Lightning flashed in the sky above. The rain came down in sheets, barely held back by the leaves and branches forming the canopy above. The blindfolded priestess swung the hunk of metal in front of her, the strike clumsy and off balance. Her practice was only hindered by the slick metal grip of the training sword. That did little to stop her from continuing however. She had a reputation to build, and her clumsy excuse for combat was doing absolutely nothing to help with that. Endra expected more from her. She was certain of that.
Muddy water sloshed around her feet as she readjusted her stance. She knew a solid stance was the key to powerful and controlled strikes but it didn't seem to be helping her much at the moment. Her real sword lay propped up against a tree on the other side of the small clearing, the golden scale built into the cross guard shimmering as a stream of water from the leaves above poured down on it. Her fingers clenched, hands tightening around the dull iron hand and a half training sword.
To her, the droplets seemed to slow down around her as she swung, feeling for the first time that she might be doing something right. This felt good. The rounded edge of the blade smacked through the rain with a significant amount of power. When it came time to halt the blow the momentum was way too much and the sword went flying, slamming into the trunk of a nearby tree and causing a shower of water and acorns to rain down.

She cried out as the rain seeped further into her clothes.
Muddy water sloshed around her feet as she readjusted her stance. She knew a solid stance was the key to powerful and controlled strikes but it didn't seem to be helping her much at the moment. Her real sword lay propped up against a tree on the other side of the small clearing, the golden scale built into the cross guard shimmering as a stream of water from the leaves above poured down on it. Her fingers clenched, hands tightening around the dull iron hand and a half training sword.
To her, the droplets seemed to slow down around her as she swung, feeling for the first time that she might be doing something right. This felt good. The rounded edge of the blade smacked through the rain with a significant amount of power. When it came time to halt the blow the momentum was way too much and the sword went flying, slamming into the trunk of a nearby tree and causing a shower of water and acorns to rain down.

Damn it!
She cried out as the rain seeped further into her clothes.