
Location: The Silver Jedi Academy, Commenor, Melee Combat Facilities
Standing in the ring, Mi'la felt a little out of place truth be told. Ever since her injuries, she had been feeling weaker, lesser in many ways. The force hadn't returned to her yet, but it was still fairly early in her recovery period, so she figured exercise would be a nice distraction from that concern. She had always relied on physical exercise to try and keep herself strong and self reliant, but as of late it seemed to not be the case. She flexed her right hand, feeling the microsecond of latency that came from the cybernetic limb. It caused a frown to spread across her face, a small part of her lamenting the loss of the limb. The Twi'lek turned her gaze to the training room, looking at the energy pylons that pulsated at irregular intervals. She wasn't sure what exactly they did, but they looked fairly ominous. She hoped Sigyn would get her soon, but at the same time it was Mi'la's fault for getting her so early.
She had managed to get the hand wraps over both hands, and managed to keep the flesh graft intact for the most part, which in her mind was a rather big victory. She would begin to preform stretches as she waited, feeling the worn muscles in her legs and shoulders stretch, feeling relief for all the pain they had been subjected to during her captivity. Those weeks in the medical bay hadn't done her any good, so even if Sigyn was going to pound her into next week, well, least it'd be a learning experience; least she'd have the woman beat when it came down to academics, that she'd never have taken away from her.
