Did she ever mention she was rusting over?
The gym by collage wasn't enough anymore to keep her active. In the body, yeah, but in that past couple of months, Erica had little to no sword-fight practice. Right now, the Centre's training arena saved her. She was itching to hold her counter again.
Right now she'd just finished a sparring match with a random searcher and she'd never felt more refreshed. The searcher was Eishal Abd El-Karim, form team H-3. It seems as well the older woman was a little dyslexic from what had happened when she asked her how that name is spelt.
Eishal spoke better with a sword than a pen. Erica was truly astounded by how her movement flowed from one position to another, graceful long ponytail flying behind her like a black flag. She'd put Erica to a challenge she hadn't seen in sparring for years now.
Even as she left to re-join B-12 and anyone else who might've come now, Erica had a feeling swords practice during her stay here were gonna be lit.
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