The days went by in a blur. Not that there was a way to tell time, but Athena was sensitive to the move of the seconds and the hours, and plainly out of her sanity, she calculated them judiciously.
The harder she worked at her skills, the more she improved. With the kind of control she had now discovered that she could have on her body, she no longer allowed any energy to go waste. She used it as besst as she could.
Every turn was never excessive, every move aimed to be precise, getting rid of all the flashy bends when performed.
She was so precise with it that if a gladiator in her old world were to see her now, they would think that she was actually a novice fighter. After all, her moves had now looked more unrefined than ever, but that was only because she had intensionally extracted all of the beauty of the move, allowing only its lethal nature to survive.
Every strike was with precision and every move polished to efficiency.
