[i]The air was still when she entered the gates of the Dojo that evening. Diana's hair was still the same bright shade of red that it usually was and if anything it looked... Brighter, at the moment. Her hair was draped over her left shoulder which overlapped the white of her tee shirt, one that was only covering the left shoulder and slightly falling off her right shoulder. The woman's eyes were still as blue as ever and even sparkled as she looked to the nights sky, shining brighter than any of the stars that cast their eternal gaze upon the establishment. Diana bore no weapons aside from the katana on her back, which rests in a black carbon fibre sheath with ornate golden markings flooding the sheath, stemming from the spot where her blades crossguard met the sheath. The bottom of her swords case would occasionally cross paths with her pants, which were just a pair of skinny blue jeans in a navy blue shade. The woman had a pair of boots that went over the bottom of her jeans, which were a brown colour and had appeared to be a pair of heels. How this woman had fought in then wasn't really known, though there were a few guesses that could be made. The pale-skinned beauty wandered through the massive gates just then as she scanned her surroundings, which appeared to be a horridly barren courtyard, with nobody to watch the woman train. This was good, she thought, because it lets her practice without fear of judgement from anybody who would typically be watching. And so she activated her pair of wireless earbuds just then, pulled out her phone, and put on something somber that would help her train. She figured that training while listening to music would help her immensely, as that's the case with most people when doing anything of this nature. And so when she placed her left hand on the black hilt of her katana, she felt a sense of comfort wash over her. The blade was expelled with a swift and fluid motion as she slashed the air directly in front of her and lunged forwards, to which she followed up to by allowing her blade to meet the dust by her right leg which was behind her. She turned the blade around and slashed upwards to bring the blade by her right arm again, and spun in a full circle on her left leg to slash at the throat of her "enemy." The heels were retracted into the soles of her shoes at the start of her training, and replaced by a platform below the heel which allowed it to feel and act like a pair of regular boots. She practiced for what felt like hours, sweat dripping off her glistening face and occasionally landing on the completely blue blade of her steel weapon. [/i] ((Open))