Legitimate use of violence

Days were running short to make sure her children were prepared for the upcoming raid, now that they were old enough to take part, she thought it best to see what they had managed to learn while she was indisposed. Blood still splattered her legs, chest and face from her activities earlier in the morning, though it would be difficult to discern from the dark colour of her coat, the heavy iron scent still hung in the air. She supposed they could consider it emmersion training, if anyone questioned it. Especially if Ignis planned to show up.

She drew out rough circles in the sand so the kids wouldn't pummel each other before the right time, and set to limbering up her own muscles by stretching. Modesty had sent her kite to round up the kids. They'd be doing a few sessions like this before the big day.

“Speech.”