Temera, of the age of 20 now, sat with her training partner, waiting for the commander to come by. She stood at attention when he stopped in front of her, her hair cut to reach right at her neck, and a scarf on around her neck and covering her lower face. She was hiding some of her more feminine features, making her look male more then female, her voice already able to be pushed as a male, or a slightly weak throuted male at least.
She looked to her training partner and sighed, standing at the ready now. She held her shield on her back and her sword in two hands, which made for a very curious fighter. She held the handle with both hands and held it directly in front of her, at the best possible ninety degree angle she could. She waited for the initial strike and would roll to the side and hold her sword at the back of the others neck, showing she had decapitated him now.
She had a soft grin on her face, hidden by the scarf. The scarf was just a make sure that she would hide her face, but it wasn't truly needed. To the other soldiers her name wasn't Temera but Tinner, or Timothy which ever fit best to the person talking with her. She was a great soldier, and showed that, and worked hard at it too. She wanted to prove that she could do it, make her father proud of her.
After she removed her sword from behind the others neck, she bowed to him and then stood ready once more. She watched the male's eyes, knowing how to read them just before some one attack. There was always a glisten in a person's eye or eyes when they were going to attack, but the time between that glisten and their attack was very short. She saw the glisten and raised her sword to block his vertical attack, but got hit in her gut when the male launched a kick at her. She backed up and saw another glisten just a few centimeters from her face and looked to see the blade standing right in front of her. "Damn." She cursed under her breath and would wait for the commander's criticism about her conduct.
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