Third Annual BF betleH Tournament

Third Annual BF betleH Tournament (http://www.betleh.com/cgi-bin/b3/YaBB.pl)

Day 1 - Opening Matches >> Early morning >> Awake and ready
(Message started by: gtrell on Feb 11^th, 2005, 2:27pm)

Title: Awake and ready
Post by gtrell on Feb 11^th, 2005, 2:27pm

G’Trell awoke a bit groggy early the next morning. She stretched like a cat as she lifted out of bed but a sharp pain in her side made her wince and stop. Sitting on the edge of the bed she removed the badge from the wound M’Rek had given her last night. It would scar nicely. She smiled as replaced the old bandage with a new one. It would not slow her today. No nothing could. Getting up she retrieved her blade from its case. It shone brightly even in the low lights. She glanced over at the other empty bed her room mate still had not arrived. It was a pity she was hoping to ask them whoever they where to warm up with her. She sat on her own bed again and polished up her batletH and then her armor. Her pride would be reflected in their glimmering sheen. Pleased with her work she dawned her armor and grabbed a sandwich from the replicator and ate on her way to the training room. It would feel good to loosen her muscles and prepare for the grand bouts that where to come. She was not surprised to find the room empty it was still early. G’Trell was use to early mornings though and late nights due to her profession. She unslung her blade and hung it in the respected place. She would work her mind and body differently for now with method called Yoga a form of stretches her foster sister had introduced her too, then would come the blade.

An hour passed and G’Trell felt it was time to move on with the work out. Her body was warmed up and she felt the power flowing through her. She went to wall and got her batletH down, taking time to let her hands, fingers, and arms adjust to the familiar feel. With a steady breath she took a stance and went into a new kata. This one was uplifting and her mind soared as she executed the moves with grace and precision than came so naturally to her battle hardened body. She was in touch with herself and with the area around her. The very air became her ally as it parted around her cuts and twirls. She glanced over to check the time. It was time. She slung her blade over her shoulder and made her way to the arena. To victory.