A blow to the right side
A strike to the left side of the head
End of the staff connecting to the sternum, a potentially fatal blow. Kaida had stolen a practice dummy from the barracks in the city and found this nice cathedral. She had decided to call this place her new home as the high rafters gave her a good area to make a small nest of the fallen drapery.
Her wings stretched out freely now that the rope that bound them was gone. Kaida had only learned a little about english and wanted to learn more than the evil tofu switching woman had taught her. The small japanese girl continued to hit the practice dummy and think about her past.
Kaida was a happy child once upon a time. Her father was her world and her mother her comfort. The black eyed girl was happy and laughed often, played with her birds and drew endlessly. At nights her mother would sing to her as she would comb out her long black plates and stroked her soft golden wings. In the mornings her father would kiss her on the forehead before leaving. When he returned in the afternoon he would play with her and draw. Kaida would never see her father doing his work at home as he felt that his home life should be full for his daughter.
But that all ended when Kaida was 9. Her world was killed at two simple darts laced with poison. Kaida hid and was scared, and this is when she found that she could manipulate the fears and emotions of others. The small mice that were once her friends were now her test subjects. She induced fear into them and watched them as they ran in circles slowly dying in their own mind. The 9 year old had lost herself to the darkness that the world had to offer.
And now Kaida was here, in the abandoned cathedral imagining the town people that killed her true happiness and joy. If she ever were ever to return to her home she would kill those people that killed her parents, she would make sure that they were like the mice, slowly going insane until death.