Another day's Training: Death to the dummy! (445words)

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Over and over Saya stabs the razor sharp blade of her yari into the large wooden stump. It was scarred from use when she arrived at this small training grounds, but now it was all but destroyed. A hundred strikes before had driven the perfectly forged blade several inches into the wooden outer core of the practice dummy, but the metal backing still resisted her advances. For the past hour Saya had been grinding her teeth, growling under her breath with each continued attack. She wanted this dummy dead, and the mission had long since implanted itself in her brain. Over and over this had likely been repaired, but if she had her way, she'd rend it in two fully, and tear it from the cement mounting on the ground beneath it.

Stable as it was, it was up against one of the finest weapons ever issued to any warrior in any land. The yari is a spear of sorts, though far more than just a sharp point. The fine blade glistened in the sunlight, a full two foot length of double sided edge. The blade took months to craft in it's time, older techniques of hammering and folding, melting and hardening rendering one of the finest tips imaginable. Over and over the point hit against the steel rod supporting the wooden log in place, but the tip hadn't even shown signs of chipping. Fury builds inside the girl as she's resisted over and over again by the iron backing, but soon she forces even more strength into her arms. She yells out a mighty roar as she thrusts once more, and sinks in much deeper.

With enough force, the hardened and sharpened tip of her yari can be driven through almost anything, and with the might exerted in that blow, she's suprising it didn't go clean through the otherside of the wood. The extra six or seven inches it did penetrate beyond the armor would be enough to greatly injure anyone who had been wearing it as armor, but certainly not enough to tear the wooden cylinder from it's place. Another attack just as powerful lands, tearing into the iron backing once more. Another than another, each thrust forced forward with a loud shout of hya! After only ten more strikes, the armor penetration becomes all but useless, and the dummy is left on it's last leg. Another attack could likely topple it, but Saya has had enough. Smiling, she turns from the training grounds, and begins to make her way home. The Yari is a strong weapon, and Saya is pleased.