2019-09-24 - Brushing Up

Ruby had been slacking on training since business was picking up at the shop and her costuming was sort of taking off. She'd strayed farther and farther from the thing that she loved and that her father had taught her.

Knives. And how to appropriately kill someone.

It's what any Russian worth their salt would teach their little one. Or at least that's what he told the court when her mother was concerned about it. Apparently Spetsnaz was not a bonding exercise that people wanted children to learn.

Her father had been gone for so long that she wasn't sure if he'd still be proud of her or not, but she was hoping that he'd be proud of her, it made her smile to think of him.

She'd kept herself out of contests for the last few years, not wanting to have to keep explaining where her training had came from. Most times when you tell people that your father taught you and he was an ex-Assassin.

It was like people didn't understand that other countries did things differently.

Practice dummies were easy targets to fight against. They didn't move and they didn't flinch. She wasn't sure what it was about live training companions. Some just flinched and if you were using live steel there was going to be an accident.

And practice dummies were easier to test out your Telekinetic strength on. Ruby was just finishing off a twirl of a knife in her hands as she let the knife go.

It was flung into the dummy sticking into the thick plastic. The dummy was toppled over due to the force behind it. Sometimes she didn't know her own strength. She gives the dummy a bit of a frown, "Sorry Bob." she mutters as she heads across to pick it back up.

"Should head home. I promised Raul I'd make fajitas." she smiles to that as she dusts her hands off and starts to pack up.