[Quiet Man Cometh]

With a name too long and awkard to pronounce for most people, she went simply by 'Quiet,' and she stood now in the too often deserted arena where the rebels trained and sparred with each other.

The ground was dry and the grains of sand rolled under her sandles as she slid her feet back and forth, moving from position to position as she swing her sword in exagerrated arcs, occasionally punctuated with sharp thrusts and the occasional shouted syllable.

Soon enough there would be more who came to practice, or so she hoped, but for the time being she was alone.