The courtyard was swept free of debris as Onyx set up her targets.
A circle had already gathered to watch her train. She had to train, even in this. Especially in this.
She ignored the onlookers.
Sword in one hand and shield in the other, she began her lethal ballet, the song of magic on her lips.
She struck the first target, and shoved the magic through her blade. The target exploded.
And so did the stone wall behind it.