[It's probably a somewhat comical sight, a young mage working on picking up sword play, but Amy Amell was bound and determined that she would master this art. Ever since she'd found that vial containing the memories of some person long gone in the forest ruins, she's been hard at work honing the abilities of the Arcane Warriors from long ago. The very idea of such a practice dying out completely is what's driven her to such lengths of study. Magi shouldn't just be forgotten like that.]

[The sword doesn't come easily to her though, and she's been at this for a while. These abilities are nothing like what staff yielding requires and her muscles ache in strange, unfamiliar places each night. Still she trains on day after day, because she's a mage on a mission damn it.]

[Still, after a little longer she collapses next to the campfire, her new sword settling into the dust beside her as she sets it down.]

How do warriors do this and make it seem so easy? This is exhausting!