Royal Tantrum

She remained deep within the bushes. An enclosed area that was perfect for training away from prying eyes. That is eyes that weren't hers. Avelina had always found this place restful. Perfect for solitude and quiet contemplation. More importantly, a good place for practicing her technique in combat. Alas, Ave wasn't the only one who found this place appealing; it just so happened that her sister's bodyguard found this little utopia. Dashing Lina's seclusion. Nevertheless, she found studying Clara's technique for more interesting than practicing on her own. Though the princess took pains to remain discreet.

The hidden figure snapped to attention when she watched Clara slow to a crawl, carefully even loving placing her weapon down. What had she called it earlier? "Tianbain. That's it," Avelina thought to herself as she waited for the woman to leave. Seconds felt like days, but finally, Clara left. Whether it was to use the bathroom or to do something else mattered not to Ave. She saw a small window of opportunity and planned to seize it. For she didn't know how long it would last, and there was no time like the present to take care of things. With a long stride, she made her way to the resting weapon. Taking a side in each hand, she began attempting to pry it apart. It was clear that the weapon could be hypothetically split into separate weapons, yet here she was struggling to do so. A resistant force? Perhaps, but nothing that she couldn't overcome. A muscle in her jaw began working as she concentrated.