[i] as she begins to become more confident the simple routine turns into a graceful dance with an imaginary opponent, every, step, dodge, turn and flourish made with absolute precision,her breathing is more laboured than it should be,she is still feeling the effect of being in stasis.[/i] [b] shit how long was i out for?[/b] [i]This thought spurs her on,her anger fuelling her movements until her sword becomes little more than a blur as she passes it from hand to hand in crosses reverse grips.[/i]