Tasteless

She wanted to test her skills, though she knew she was starting to get rusty after not having kept up her proper training schedule for the last couple of seasons. She had gotten wrapped up in the grief of her mother's passing that she hadn't wanted to do much. But she was realizing again that these things happened. She had lost many comrades when she lived with the Spartans...her mother at least, passed peacefully. That thought alone started to give her some form of comfort, so she managed to pull herself out of it and onto the battlefield. Hell, she was aware that someday, she would die too. She was only getting older, though she hoped to one day die in battle instead of her bed. She walked quietly across the battlefield with her head held high, looking for a potential opponent to spar with. Hell, maybe if she was lucky, she'd come across a pack wolf. She was in the market, after all.

"Speech!"

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