11:26 PM

Salamandastron: Training Room
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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol.  The walls
seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray
arrows missing the archery targets.  There are several of said archery
targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance
off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on.  The targets are of
simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper
target on the front.  A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the
walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room.  Besides that, several
wooden practice swords sit in a small pile.  On the eastern side of the
room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses
tied together.  Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,
assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.
Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against
the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Arm]ory                              [Out]

A well-made, wood hilted dirk flies at a target, thudding into the soft wood with a resounding, THUD! A growl comes from the opposite end of the throw and Kenai glares at the dirk, stomping up to the target and kicking the hilt to release it from the wood. "Stupid bucks...thinkin' I can't do anything..." she mumbles, "I don't have bad luck!" she shouts, hurling the dirk again at the target. The blade sinks deeper into the soft wood, Kenai retrieveing it yet again. "Jus' 'cause I'm a doe...don't mean I can't fight just as good...run just as good..." she sighs and kicks the dirk from the target again...

Jarril watches from the doorway, leaning against the side, keeping quiet for the time being as if in thought.  Scratching his left ear for a moment he sighs and coughs slightly.  "Kenai.  Ya misunderstood me when I said ya had bad luck."  He stays where he is.  "All I meant was that wherever ya go, trouble always seems ta find ya.  I know ya can fight.  I can't bally well stop vermin from finding ya all the time, can I, wot?"

Kenai turns to face him, her bright blue eyes slighty puffy from the bit of crying she did earlier. "Oh...it's you..." she mutters, shoving her dirk back into the sheath. "An' you've only been on one patrol wi' me Jarril...how would you know trouble allus finds me? Hmm?!" she growls and flops down in an armchair by the fire, examining her engagement ring closely to occupy her eyes and paws.

Jarril rolls his eyes.  "Ya don't think word doesn't get about from the other patrols ya been on around here?"  He pads in a bit more and shrugs.  "And I never said ya couldn't fight either."

"It's not jus' you..." she mumbles, "I'm sorry I was so rash." The haremaid turns to face him, "Other bucks don't think I c'n..." she pauses for a moment, choosing her words. "This may sound selfish t'you...but they think I can't 'cause I'm so pretty..." she blushes...but that's the reason..."I'm sorry," she mutters, turning back to the fire.

Jarril laughs and pads in a bit more and looks about the empty training room.  Funny how it's empty at the moment.  Must be some meal time going on?  So why's he missing it?  Shrugging his shoulders and deciding that friendship is more important than filling his stomach, he kneels down beside Kenai and smiles.  "Then they're jealous.  Ya have the element of surprise against ya enemies.  If they think that, then others will as well.  It be in ya advantage and in any battle I would say that ya should use any form of advantage ya can get."

Kenai smiles. Hey, he's got a point. "That's true..." she mutters, sniffing and wiping a paw across her eyes. "But it doesn't help when they beat me at things...and take advantage of the fact that I'm not as strong as them..." she sighs, "But why am I complainin' t'you, it's my problem...not yours."

Jarril places a paw on your shoulder and shakes his head.  "Don't worry about it.  Best ta get things off ya chest, doncha know than brooding over it all by yaself."  He pauses for a moment and thinks before continuing.  "It doesn't matter if ya better than another hare in here or not.  What matters is that ya know ya own limits and how ya use ya own skills ta survive in a battle.  The only person ya should be going up against is inside ya.  If ya think ya need improving, then do it, but do it for the right reasons and ya own.  Not anyone elses."