Elene Hall took out her sword and went to strike a target. She ran at it, but before she could get to it, she tripped and fell over. She laid there for a couple seconds, then punched the ground repeatedly. She was never going to be any good at fighting. She stood up and brushed herself off, and fixed her hair. She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down. She ran at the target again and got to it, swung, and hit it. She didn't hit it hard enough to pierce the armor. She stomped away from it in frustration. She would defenately die at the next battle.