Serenity Cove, Early Saturday Morning
The sunlight was dancing on the ocean when Ghanima arrived at the Cove, weapons bag flung over her shoulder. Beautiful. She was still a desert creature, but she could at least appreciate the waves.
Bag tossed onto the sand, she carefully selected two bladed disks, weighing them carefully in her hands before hurling them into the air where they separated into eleven spinning weapons.
Ghanima grinned sharply, dropping into a combat stance as they began to circle her, looking for an opening. She was in the mood for a fight.
[Open cove is open! Ghani's 'spinning discs of death' can be seen in the first 1:30 here]
Bag tossed onto the sand, she carefully selected two bladed disks, weighing them carefully in her hands before hurling them into the air where they separated into eleven spinning weapons.
Ghanima grinned sharply, dropping into a combat stance as they began to circle her, looking for an opening. She was in the mood for a fight.
[Open cove is open! Ghani's 'spinning discs of death' can be seen in the first 1:30 here]