I am transferring a roleplay here from our discord. Saffiya yawned lightly under her breath, reaching one hand up softly to slowly rub against the side of her eye. She had finally found a bit of time to rest herself having worked herself into the Guard itself. The Kitsune quietly clicked her tongue as she looked around the place itself. It was a stone building, probably one that was quite well maintained, at least to her eyes. A little bit of a small movement of her hand twitched as she braced a hand down against one of the bedding next to her. She pushed down her weight against it to check out the bit of give that it would have. It bounced back more than she thought, a little bit of a crunch as lifted her hand back up. Hmm. Well, Alright. She thought, maybe it really is better than she had dealt with before, at least it's better than the hard dirt floor.... She stood herself back up brushing herself off, looking down at her uniform quietly. She didn't really know what to make of it but she slowly adjusted it, pulling on the chain shirt, itself rattling quietly. It wasn't the most comfortable garment, but hey, at least it kept her alive. She reached a hand gently to touch against the pauldron on her shoulder to make sure it was fitted right giving a bit of a nod. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. This job. She hoped anyway, maybe she would be able to get into her own fights and save others just like the stories she heard from her mother when she was younger. She hoped she could be that kind of person for another. Though mostly she was worried it would be boring, days upon days of walking on the road with nothing happening. No, it won't be like that. She wouldn't let it. She reached back hands back up and slapped against her cheeks, leaving the skin to sting from the hard contact. She had to make sure she would be impressive, No matter what. Her hands moving back down to her hip, adjusting the sword she had there. It wasn't quite like the ones she had at home but, a sword to use as she needs. That can't be so bad right, She thought, maybe she could use it to vanquish the vile people hurting the land. And she would be praised for her fairness and quick sword hand. She walked herself back out into the open courtyard with a quiet hum of inflated ego. There now in the large open air courtyard she slowly pulled her blade back up turning it flat so it pointed parallel to her head in a stance walking around and pretending to throw out strikes here and there almost like a child playing. She thought for the time being she was alone, so what a little play sparring with the air, she didn't think it would be an issue at all. She stepped forward, doing false parries and strikes forward, stabbing with the long point of her blade. "Halt vile villain! I, Saffiya Sadi, shall put a stop to your ruffian ways. You can not defeat me!" She said out loud before throwing more strikes forward slashing and using the long length of the blade and her two hands on the long hilt to hit the blunted side up, moving with a step to grab her gauntleted and gloved hand near the tip and held it there looking forward. "Surrender highwayman! Or I shall put the Crown's Justice to your very soul!" She smiled and then pulled the blade back around rolling her wrist a bit to reset. This time without the play acting she sighed raising the blade back up. She felt she didn't do it well enough the first time and as such she raised the blade back to parallel with her face doing the guards and parries again, this time cycling them, making sure her feet were set into the right place, stopping and then restarting again until she felt it was right. It bothered her, that her steps weren't exactly perfect. She stepped forward doing the movements exactly, slowly this time. Up, to the side, sliding her back foot along with, back to the right. And then up again. She blunted strikes that were imaginary in her mind one by one making sure they were in the right place so they would open up imaginary attacks before thrusting again.