[Glimpse] Day of training

Firmly planting her feet on the ground, eyes closing with a deep inhale, calming her nerves and slowly opening them back up again. A look toward Inima safely leashed with enough room to be able to run around and get close but not get all the way over to her nor be in danger of getting close to the knives.

Feeling the steel between her fingers, eyes focusing on the target before her and in one fluid motion throwing out the knife aiming for dead center and quickly drawing a new knife, no more letting her arm come half way up before letting go for a second throw, followed by a third and a fourth, throw by throw each aiming to be a little faster than the last, fumbling her way forward until feeling nothing more to grip.

Heading over to get her knives and back again, repeating the process over and over again faster and faster, beads of sweat glistening upon her forehead but ignoring it, ignoring the fatigue, the strain on the arm only focusing on being faster and faster, to strike that target dead center or around time and again with accuracy. Slowly but surely seeing her target shift into that awful monster that had haunted her dreams for months, no longer remembering herself getting the knives only feeling herself throw again and again trying to strike down that vile evil that had taken so much from her, how could anyone be such an evil?

Barks starting to sound behind her but ignoring them, straining to just throw one more, each strike would be the one to end this evil, surely just one more, if she would just have been one second faster, even slightly better trained it could have been different.
Tears running down her cheeks as the barks gets louder and louder, grabbing the final knife only to drop it and cut her finger as a far to loud a bark breaks her concentration.
Spinning around with a swift click on her tablet as she soundlessly moves her lips in tandem with the voice coming from the tablet.

 "WHAT!" 

Looking down at her beloved dog, panting and feeling the stress, the nightmares running off of her and falling down. Arms wrapping around Inima, pulling her in close, nuzzling in against her in a soft hold as tears runs down her cheeks and just mouthing the words I am sorry, I am sorry over and over again without any other sound than the soft caring whimper of Inima and her crying.

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