[Out in the street front of theatre, Mike is hurling boulder sized dirt clods at Kris who is running back and forth, jumping darting from side to side to avoid whatever Mike throws her way as fast as he can because to Kris, her not being fast enough to dodge was the exact reason why she was down for two weeks and the reason why she got hurt. Kris lets out a grunt as one of the dirt clods hits her in the shoulder and explodes into a cloud on impact. But she doesn’t let that stop her and she keeps moving, dodging the rest of the attacks. Eventually, Kris stands her ground and draws her sword in a flash of red and cuts down a dirt clod and explodes into dust before she sheathes it again.] Okay! [Kris shouts, letting out a huff as she bows at the waist and holds a hand up towards Mike.] Break. [The moment the word leaves her lips he lets the dirt clods around him drop and crumble and he quickly heads over to Kris pull away the dirt that is scattered over her body from previous hits she took. Once Kris clean, she heads over to the nearby sidewalk and slumps down to catch her breath because as much as she hates to admit it, she’s feeling sort of winded and weighed down. Not just by her healing injuries but with everything that’s happened. ]
I appreciate the need to train and all, but couldn't you guys just use pillows or something? [Omar bites his lips, having been watching the scene from a doorway. The words are soft and distant, not so much complaining as an effort at a lame joke. He crosses his arms, looking down at the woman as he emerges from his position.]














