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by Spencer walked into the training grounds, her legionnaire armor strapped to her body. She was wearing a purple camp tee with camouflage pants and jackboots, the usual Legion XII attire. Her probatio tablet was gleaming on her neck.
Binding her cornrows into a ponytail, she put her helmet back on and stood there for a moment, watching the older legionnaires take it out either on the dummies or on each other. Wow, she thought, watching the best ones move with speed and strength, blocking, parrying, stabbing in a whirlwind of imperial gold. One girl especially caught her eye. She was tall and swift, with dark skin and eyes that reminded her of charcoal. Her moves were brutal and precise, all hacks and stabs, and her shield swept around her body blocking every blade coming her way. Spencer stood there watching her from afar, her mouth half-open. I want to be like her when I'm older, she thought, gulping as her sword sliced someone's pilum in two.
Binding her cornrows into a ponytail, she put her helmet back on and stood there for a moment, watching the older legionnaires take it out either on the dummies or on each other. Wow, she thought, watching the best ones move with speed and strength, blocking, parrying, stabbing in a whirlwind of imperial gold. One girl especially caught her eye. She was tall and swift, with dark skin and eyes that reminded her of charcoal. Her moves were brutal and precise, all hacks and stabs, and her shield swept around her body blocking every blade coming her way. Spencer stood there watching her from afar, her mouth half-open. I want to be like her when I'm older, she thought, gulping as her sword sliced someone's pilum in two.
