Feb 02, 2010 20:14
[Following the events of the previous experiment a few days back, Presea has been feeling rather sour, despite the ever placid look on her face. She's out in the forest, and swinging away with her axe clutched tightly in her hands. However, she's not aiming to cut down anything. Oh, no...Presea is merely testing her skills as well as taking out a bit of her only-slightly-existent frustration about being a blatantly fail comedian a while back.
So, the journal - which the girl could have sworn she threw into the river before - is open and recording sounds of metal grinding and striking against a heavy object. Presea is hammering away at a large boulder, since she's well aware the trees are off-limits. There's a definite ferocity in her swings, and even as she calls out her attack names of "Destruction!", "Punishment!" and the ever lovely "Eternal Damnation!", Presea's monotone has a subtle edge of irritability laced within.
Large and small bits of rock fly off the boulder as she makes long, white scars and cracks into it. She stops only once to look the rock over before starting her assault again with a vengeance.
Anyone out in the forest, beware. The pink pigtailed girl's much more prone to threatening you with a nice swing of her blade if you get too close. Presea is on the offensive, and she's not holding anything back, even if she has met you before.]
presea smash,
this can't end well,
it's rock sculpture really,
i like-a chopchop,
training,
keep your distance