Fire On High [OPEN]
Characters: Cocona Bartel and YOU?
Setting/Location: Level III - training room
Date & Time: Noon, day 2
Warnings: Violence against training dummies?
Summary: Cocona doesn't want to get rusty so time to train. Anyone want a little kid as a sparring partner?
Cocona had no idea just how long it would take until she would be returned to her normal world. It could be weeks or months before they would finally reach their destination, if not even a year. She really hoped it wasn't the latter's case... after all, she had important things to do back home. Who knew just where Cro and his friends would be in their journey when she came back? Would Metafalica already be sung and created? Or even, would they encounter trouble while climbing the tower? These question had been troubling Cocona ever since she got here. However, she wouldn't let it get to her, in fact, this could be a good time to get even better. Just because she ended up in another world didn't mean she had to slack off and get rusty after all. And on top of it, if there was going to be monsters lurking, and the creation of a defense force, she had to be in top shape to help out.
In a quick movement, she slipped off her hair ornaments, only to bring them together to let them combine into her baton, rushing towards the closest dummy, spinning her weapon where the face should be. While it was hard to measure just how powerful she was on a training dummy, anyone could see that she was fast, faster than a normal girl of her age and small frame should be. She pressed on with her rapid onslaught, though getting rapidly bore that her opponent wouldn't do much except take whatever she dished out.
"Cocona style song magic!" she cried out before adding a playful: "Just kidding~". Caught in the moment, she leaped back a few steps, whipping out her baton as if it was a magical wand, a small ring of light appearing at her feet, and a fireball aimed straight at the dummy... right before realizing that, considering the material surrounding her, casting fire in the caravan might be a bad idea. Fortunately, the fireball simply extinguished itself upon hitting the dummy, leaving it blackened where the spell hit. She stopped her attacks, staring at the dummy, quite disappointed. She could have sworn that it used to be stronger, oh well, it simply meant she needed to practice more.
Setting/Location: Level III - training room
Date & Time: Noon, day 2
Warnings: Violence against training dummies?
Summary: Cocona doesn't want to get rusty so time to train. Anyone want a little kid as a sparring partner?
Cocona had no idea just how long it would take until she would be returned to her normal world. It could be weeks or months before they would finally reach their destination, if not even a year. She really hoped it wasn't the latter's case... after all, she had important things to do back home. Who knew just where Cro and his friends would be in their journey when she came back? Would Metafalica already be sung and created? Or even, would they encounter trouble while climbing the tower? These question had been troubling Cocona ever since she got here. However, she wouldn't let it get to her, in fact, this could be a good time to get even better. Just because she ended up in another world didn't mean she had to slack off and get rusty after all. And on top of it, if there was going to be monsters lurking, and the creation of a defense force, she had to be in top shape to help out.
In a quick movement, she slipped off her hair ornaments, only to bring them together to let them combine into her baton, rushing towards the closest dummy, spinning her weapon where the face should be. While it was hard to measure just how powerful she was on a training dummy, anyone could see that she was fast, faster than a normal girl of her age and small frame should be. She pressed on with her rapid onslaught, though getting rapidly bore that her opponent wouldn't do much except take whatever she dished out.
"Cocona style song magic!" she cried out before adding a playful: "Just kidding~". Caught in the moment, she leaped back a few steps, whipping out her baton as if it was a magical wand, a small ring of light appearing at her feet, and a fireball aimed straight at the dummy... right before realizing that, considering the material surrounding her, casting fire in the caravan might be a bad idea. Fortunately, the fireball simply extinguished itself upon hitting the dummy, leaving it blackened where the spell hit. She stopped her attacks, staring at the dummy, quite disappointed. She could have sworn that it used to be stronger, oh well, it simply meant she needed to practice more.