That evening, Esme was back on the training field, this time around, being acutely aware of how she could control her body. It was surprisingly easier for her to leap through the hurdles at high speed, instinctively adjusting her strides with newfound precision.
She hadn't fully realized the extent of her flexibility until she encountered the wooden dummies that swung unexpectedly from the side of the course. Althea called it her 'pop-up dummies' which sounded funny, but Esme was starting to believe more in herself as she dodged every obstacle heading her way.
Falling rocks, branches, logs, name it. Revana was unforgiving. Esme knew she was going to face this hellish training all over again tomorrow, so she planned to spend the entire night mastering each course so she could perfect it in the morning.
