Jane began to walk slowly. Then quickly as she charged at a dummy that was standing near-by. Otherwise known as Gunther Breech. She bolted towards him at top speeds before raising the wooden sword that was firm in her grip. There was a loud clash as Gunther hit her sword against his with a tremendous crack. Jane's sword splintered as an affect. This disappointed Jane, as it made her feel incredibly weak compared to the strong Raven-haired boy who stood smirking gently at the pieces of wood that lay scattered sporadically around them in no particular combination or order. Still she refused to give up, and began a sad attempt at hitting Gunther with her now disheveled sword.
Gunther immediately grabbed the dismembered sword from Jane and tossed it to the ground giving her a look so stern it reminded her greatly of her Mother. She sighed and hung her head in shame as Gunther twirled his sword in his hand. But Jane had not given up yet. She ran as fast as she could to the end of the practice yard, grabbed two staves and ran back to Gunther with them, tossing the one that she held in her left hand to him. She growled as he caught it without a thought, as she was hoping it would smack him somewhere, causing him an unpleasant feeling of pain.
He dropped his wooden sword and lifted his stave in the manner to which was usually followed by Jane's own stave hitting it. It was no different now. Loud clicks filled the yard as the large wooden cotton swabs began there usual dance. Jane began breathing heavily, and really thought she had the upper-hand this time. But in a mere few moments Gunther knocked the stave out of Jane's hand and ended up knocking Jane to the ground as well. Jane was extremely annoyed by this and showed her displeasure with a loud huff that Gunther laughed lightly at.
Jane eventually managed to pull her self up from the dust and woodchip covered ground, her face, now read from exhaustion, matching her already two-shades-too-bright red hair. She looked around desperately looking for a tool or weapon to use against the boy who was standing in front of her, now tugging at his long ebony hair. Jane saw nothing and knew that she only had one option. She ran straight for Gunther and began punching him with her, rough, worn hands. Gunther grabbed both her hands trying to make her stop but toppled over and hit the ground in a way extremely opposite of soft. A large cloud of dust swirled around them, licking their clothes with its smoky breath. They both inhaled deeply before choking and gagging. Jane however, in her undying determination, still refused to admit defeat, and began once again a sad little attempt to beat Gunther using her hands and feet to physically attack him.
Gunther was growing bored of her utter refusal to leave him alone and with little effort pinned her to the ground shaking his head disapprovingly. He finally got up and gave Jane another grave look before turning to walk away. Jane crossed both arms over her chest and let a pout cripple her chapped lips. She looked over at Gunther who had picked up his sword and started practicing on a dummy with it. The yard once more echoed the sounds of clashing wood. But Jane was angry now and wanted nothing more then to hit Gunther. So, she ran over the area where the spare wooden swords were kept, and grabbed the one closest to her.
Jane began to walk slowly. Then quickly as she charged at a dummy that was standing near-by. Otherwise known as Gunther Breech…