Isolde ate lunch like a mad woman. Training with Severin had drained her so much that she felt ravenous. She needed the energy to keep going, especially now that her shooting practice had moved on to moving targets instead of a stationary board.
The target slid left and right. Every time she hit it, it sped up. Isolde had to adjust her aim fast to keep hitting exactly where she wanted.
Practicing shooting after getting slammed to the ground over and over by Severin wasn't easy. Her whole body ached like hell. Her sprained wrist made it hard to hold the gun properly, but she did well in the final session, even though her first few shots went completely off-mark.
After the session, Isolde returned to her room and soaked in warm water, trying to relax her stiff, screaming muscles. The scrapes on her body from Severin's attacks stung as the soapy water hit them.
