Fighting Talk - Open Starter
Finding a moment alone Christine took her short staff, swinging it around the space with no real direction or ideal. She just admired the moment of freedom, her body not locked or heavy with a weapon or armor no real concern over. For a moment she could just be some whimsical twenty-something year old.
“Pa - pow - pa Oh shit!” As she span and saw the intruder the baton spinning from her hand as she straightened her back towards the other. “I was...practicing.”











