Its just a little snow

By the time she arrived at the battlefield it was snowing good and proper. Perhaps if she was one ounce less stubborn, she might have turned around and gone home. It was hardly optimal conditions for a spar. But then, she could never guarantee that the conditions she would be fighting in were good ones. What better way to learn? She had a long way to go if she wanted to be a worthy fighter for Elysium.

She jogged on the spot for a moment, warming up her limbs. She grimaced at the icy wind that bit into her coat, and took in a breath of cool air. She could do this. Once a fight was going, she’d be too distracted to think of the cold. She raised her head and called out. Looking to see who else was dumb enough to be out in the battefield during a light snowfall.

Wc: 151
total 151/1500

"Naráca Mendacium"