"At the moment I'd rather enjoy not having to watch my back while dealing with what's in front of me." She whipes some invisible sweat from her forehead. "Call it theraputic."

Quiet abandons the dummy, now hanging disjointedly from the remaining tattered half of its head. She takes a few more breaths, and goes through her forms once more for cool down, her eyes eventually falling half-way closed as her movements slow down and smooth over from her previous tense hacking.

Walks quietly into training grounds and looks around taking everything in. She sighs slightly and chooses a part of the training ground far away from anyone else. She settles into a meditative stance and her breathing evens. She can feel the others present but slowly fades deeper into her trance forgetting where she is.