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PostSubject: Friendly Dueling   Tue Aug 01, 2017 3:52 am

Monday morning was always the worst. I know lots of people say that but it's true. The key to overcoming your desire to sleep in though was to see it on a more positive note. For me, that was training. It was the only thing that motivated me to get up so it was my Monday morning ritual. Get up, brush your teeth, eat an apple and head straight to the Arena, bow and arrows in hand. I didn't like fighting all that much so I avoided the cabin training sessions, since they made us fight against each other. Being one of the older year-round campers gave you the privilege of having your own schedule, so I took complete advantage of that. Instead, I prefered the quiet, nearly empty space of Monday Mornings. With a content sigh, I chose a target and started shooting.
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PostSubject: Re: Friendly Dueling   Tue Aug 01, 2017 4:05 pm

Erina woke up that day with a start. As usual. Her PTSD was there to accompany her, ever since she left the pains of her life back in 1955. It was 2017 now, she was a new person with a different name.

Yet, there are some things you can't escape from.

Jumping down from her bunk, she hastily put on a jacket. The air on an early Monday morning was cold, a bit cold for her skin to handle. She grabbed her trusty sword, Backwards Excalibur (as she now called it), and headed for the Arena.

Erina took a breath of fresh air at the field. It was rare, much rarer than back in 1955. Sixty years of innovation poisoned the whole world, yet the gods did nothing about it. As usual.

She began her practice by continuously slashing at a dummy, tearing out its innards. She moved swiftly, at a pace she thought few could match.

As she closed in for the killing blow, the decapitation, an arrow came out of nowhere and hit the head flying backwards onto the ground.

"Oi!" she turned toward the culprit. "I was using that." Erina said in her traditional British accent.
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