THIRTEEN this is action yes
[Here's a sight not often seen: Clarice actually outside, claymore near -- stabbed into the dirt, actually. Additionally, her civilian clothing is seen aside, she deciding to wear the spandex of her old uniform instead.
It seemed appropriate, at least, to "train" in what she was most familiar.]
Oh, it's... been a while. [She moves to wipe the sweat forming around her brow with a forearm.] But I really need this.
[A pause, and she mumbles something about "a spar".] A good warrior should be able to handle more. I guess I'll keep on going.
[Trees? Beware. Clarice is ready.]