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Vesemir: Don’t train alone, it only embeds your errors

Letho whirled to see the three Wolves watching him.

Vesemir: Letho you’re with me, Lambert with Eskel.

Letho: *stunned* What?

N24h: Freies Training: Erste Bestzeit für 
den Land-Audi R8 LMS #29

Das 45. ADAC Zurich 24h-Rennen hat am Donnerstagnachmittag mit dem Freien Training offiziell begonnen. Die erste Bestzeit des Wochenendes auf der Kombination aus Grand-Prix-Kurs und Nordschleife holte sich dabei der Land-Audi R8 LMS #29.

Connor de Phillippi (USA), Christopher Mies (Heiligenhaus), Kelvin van der Linde (Südafrika) und Markus Winkelhock (Berglen-Steinach) waren in ihrer schnellsten…

Sasha’s eye was immediately drawn not to clunky clubs or dirty survival stations, but to the clean and shining blades at the melee station. Now he stood, blank of face and blank of mind, facing a dummy with the same traits. Light from the window streamed in, casting reflections like stars off the edge of the sword he held in his hand, and he followed their dance with his eyes, head tilted slightly to one side as he tipped the weapon about to make the stars swing around.

“Are you gonna stare the other person to death? Hit them, will you?”

For a moment, he cast her a look like a teenager would when a parent embarrassed them in front of their friends, but then he looked back at the blade. It was so elegant. Far too beautiful for a bringer of death. From what little he had learned in school, Sasha had learned that some people gave names to their swords, in old, old times.

Its name is Dancer.

Unaware of his own unoriginality, Sasha let a ghost of a smile edge onto his lips. He held ‘Dancer’ loosely in his lazy grip, and shut his eyes. Then, raising himself up onto his toes, he performed a sort of pirouette, swinging the blade gracefully into the neck of the dummy.

Where it left a very slight indentation in the shoulder, before dropping from his grip with a most unelegant clash.

“Style over substance, kid,” the trainer said, a smirk playing in her voice. “Try again, and actually keep your eyes open this time. Even with twig arms, you should still be able to get more power behind the sword.”

“Mmm.” 

Disguising his annoyance with the woman as best he could - Mother always taught me to be polite - Sasha retrieved ‘Dancer’, and was about to move in for a second attack when he heard footsteps behind him and spun around once more, almost driving his sword into the neck of the other tribute instead of the dummy. No apology left his pressed-shut lips, though, and a moment of silence passed before he suddenly seemed to realise that it was expected of him to actually say something. When he finally spoke, his voice was a slow, soft mumble.

Brunelle had always been fast in a crowd, making a game of dodging through the people without brushing a single one, finding nooks and crannies to move into. But this was different. This was hard work, running down a straight line in circles for all the world to see your fitness, or lack thereof. Luckily for Brunelle she could be fast. Head up, arms swinging, heel to toe. There was force behind each step, as her feet pounded into the ground. Heel to toe, heel to toe, heel to toe...

So focused on the motion of the running was she that the little girl barely noticed the figure in front of her before it was too late to stop, and she careened around the curve of the track towards her. What if the other tribute was hostile? What if she was about to collide with a Career? What if they sought her out to kill her in the arena? With such thoughts rushing through her head, Brunelle tried her best to stop, skidded, and landed heavily on her knees. The impact tore the training outfit and caused a bloody graze on each of her legs, but she had been raised to ignore such minor pains. So, jumping up, she dusted herself off.

It turned out the person she had tried so hard to avoid was not a Career after all, but the beautiful girl from Nine. Honestly, there were so many beautiful girls here that Brunelle was unsure whether she felt jealous or whether she just wanted to stare at them all forever - but there was no time for either of those things. Murmuring apologies, Brunelle gave a funny little bob of a bow.