Shelley cries out, sharp and short, at the joint blow of the staff across her body and her back hitting the tree. The practise sword dangles uselessly at her side from an aching arm.
Catching her breath, the girl grits her teeth to hide the panic and looks up through damp, untidy hair.
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Date: 2006-10-13 09:20 pm (UTC)Catching her breath, the girl grits her teeth to hide the panic and looks up through damp, untidy hair.