Bones of the Earth

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Earth is the element of substance. It will only obey one who is strong, persistent, enduring, and above anything else, decisive. There cannot be any thought of doubt left when the time to strike comes. For one to bend the very ground below there feet to one’s will is hard, as hard as the face of the rock one is in contest with.

Those words echoed in her head as she forced her body to push. The worlds of her uncle Juroden sat in the deepest crevices of her mind, and only decided to surface when she thought of her mother. It pissed her off even more when she was forced to remember. Though that passion, and aggression made her one of the best shapers of her time; or so that's what others thought of her. Hmmph, she would be a fool to deny she loved the attention and the praise.

She flexed her aching fingers, cracking her stiff and skinned hands. The pain was deadened, she no longer felt it when passion took over, in fact she loved the rigorous routine she had to condition her body. She was just as toned, and just as strong as some of the males who went through training with her.

She looked up, and with a quick wipe of her hand she wiped the drip of sweat from her forehead, and turned to look at the others. She squinted her eyes, and kept going seeing as the next exercise was up yet. Just in front of her was a large narrow container containing sand, it was placed in a horizontal position. The sweat droplets rained from her body onto the red sand leaving dark patches all over; scattered.

With renewable aggression she went back to punching the sand, in a sequence that followed her right fist facing the thick sand first and her left fist wasn't too far behind. She continued, speeding her attacks up as she went on, giving it her all. She wanted to grunt so loud that she quieted both internal and external distractions.

 

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She threw her last punch when she finally heard a distant voice. She was breathing heavily, her mouth open. Her bottom lip dropped a bit, as she was breathing through her mouth. She finally closed her eyes, and loosened up for a second. She haunched over to lean again the container, both of her arms now holstering her up. Then she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel hanging from her pants and she turned to listen to the Cabal.

Between the three students present, their next assignment was to spar with each other. Though Ursa was to be pitted against them both. She cracked her neck and popped her fingers on both hands individually. Then they were taken to the open space which was utilized for sparring. She took the opposite side of the area as her two opponents. While she had confidence in her abilities, she knew the others weren't slackers either.

She initiated that she was ready when brought up her hands into a brawling stance, the right preceding the left. And her stance became strong and stiff. Her legs we spread apart, about shoulder length and slight bent at the knees. And there was a brief pause before the chaos started. The opponent to her right initiated combat by lifting a large boulder from the ground and allowing his teammate to be the one to kick it, sending the large projectile towards her. She brought her right foot up and around in a round kick that connected with the ground, which quickly prompted a slight wall to sprout up in front of her blocking the projectile.

To follow up with her own attack, she threw her arms out with sturdy force. They were bent at the wrist with her hands and fingers facing each other, curling at the tips. The wall she utilized as a shield, was now transformed into a weapon that quick, and launched with great force. It was aimed between the two to separate them from one another. With them following her bait the rock collided with the ground and shattered into pieces.