Alfhildr lunged at the target her father had set up for her, practicing with the mace she had purchased (or rather, he had purchased for her). It was no sword, but she wasn't too disappointed with how it handled. She struck down the target, straightening up and beaming with pride. It had been a long time coming, but she finally had a weapon she was comfortable with, and with the dragon attacks growing more frequent, she was finally confident that she could handle them.
With her training completed, the half giant wiped her forehead and glanced up at the horizon. Despite the blurriness she had come to see as normal, she couldn't spy anything out of the ordinary. Alfhildr sighed. All she wanted was to fight a dragon and win.