Gracia stood alone on the ship, as she appeared to be the tallest person on board, a woman, and a striking on at that, had seemed to push anyone from approaching her. This was fine with her though, she would not let it show, but she was sea sick, Odinians were never very found of boats, even though they all understood the necessity of them. She pulled her battle spear, Piercing Light, from he back, and started running through forms. This spear was made a bit different from the sturdy spears many used, it was both very hard and very flexible, allowing a whipping effect, even if she were to miss a thrust or slash, it could still snap an arm or neck.
As she finished the basic forms, she moved on to the more advanced ones, jumps, kicks, even a few vaults using the spear. As she finished, she let the sweat role down her face, and thought of her dream, so much closer now that she set out after coming of age. "Someday," she spoke, "I will make it happen, and then a new world will be upon us, a glorious one at that." She looked up at the moon and the stars, wonder just when that someday would be here.
