Who: Anya and YOU.
Where: In and around Latimir.
When: February 25th, afternoon.
Rating: G - PG-13 for blood and quite possibly language.
Summary: Anya is now failing to see any reason why she should not try to kill anyone she feels like.
the log:
It was freezing out, but somehow, Anya thought that to be an unimportant detail. She could keep warm with exercise. The main thing was that the pain had stopped, and she could function without distraction.
Yes... exercise. As usual, there was no discernible expression on her face, but someone observing very closely might pick up the manic gleam in her eye as she swished the blade back and forth, admiring the sound it made as it sliced through the air. What sort of sounds would it make going through flesh? She looked forward to finding out.
Seifer had given her this. She would need to find a way to repay him.
Once she had thoroughly tested it.
[ooc: Anya does have skill with a sword, although someone with field experience will probably be able to fend her off. If you don't, um. Hope you know a good tailor.]