Brun looked around the well lit space then turned back to Sif. “So,” she began just as a shrill, wild cry bounded off the walls.

“Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The bo staff smacked the already beaten down training dummy then reversed to poke it in what was a close approximation of a midsection. Sif smirked at Brun then pushed off from her space against the wall. She walked over to the little Black girl with the large afro puffs who was holding her bo staff with pride.

Sif took a knee and placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “A good, solid hit, Lady Bree. Remember to be quick about your recovery and make sure that you get back to your group as quickly as possibly so that you are ready for any other attacks.”

Bree nodded quickly, gave Brun a toothy smile then ran back to the small clutch of giggling girls who were similarly armed. Brun raised an eyebrow.

“I will have you know that cookie season is quite competitive,” Sif said fondly.