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A new day, and still no customers.
Electra had seen the faces pass by, some out of interest for the flyer at the door, and had checked to see there were a few phone tags that had been taken. So, now it was a matter of waiting to see when they would call. A cell phone was best for business, in these circumstances, and throughout the morning, she anxiously awaited for any messages.
>Hmm... Soon they will come for the sword-practice.
She muttered, almost certain in that. Bible studies were not exciting. Swinging swords at someone was. Speaking of which, now that it was on her mind, she hopped off of her desk and went upstairs, grabbing a training weapon to begin practicing her form. Sharp thwacks of wood bounced against the padded dummy who received it, followed by jabs and a close throw of the target over her shoulder, before pressing her blade against the throat.
Afterwards, to no audience she knew of, she would reset the dummy's position and place the sword at the wall, selecting another to test its merit and repeat the process again.
