Too angered to sleep, Brynhalla found herself at the training grounds and with no one around- there was no one to get in her way. Thankfully, the grounds were some distance from the sleeping tents that huddled so closely near the massive bonfire that still roared in the center of their village, but out here- the air was cold and crisp on her skin, but the cold was inviting.
She was hot and sweating in no time, limbs moving swift and deft as she worked her way through the training bit, using the wooden staff as her weapon of choice to keep herself well balanced. And high kicks and heavy punches were delivered through a harsh series of dance like steps before the girl halted to one side, after a few of the practice dummies had fallen, leaving nothing but their featherand straw stuffing dusting the ground.