For a kid who'd been a dancer once upon a time, this activity wasn't exactly difficult at all. Even still, Isla had been out of practice for almost a year now. She was kind of starting to feel the stretches work on her boy, and she was sure she'd be sore later on. She pushed on and stuck her arms out a second time. Clockwise they went for fifteen counts. Was this really going to help them if they got surprise-attacked? She guessed it would at least keep her in shape.

She paused for a second then started turning her arms in the opposite direction. They felt heavier this go round. She counted to fifteen then swapped up to doing more leg stretches. All twenty of them. At this point, she sort of wanted to force herself to duel, terrified or not, just because of all the hard work she was doing to get ready for it.

She finished up the second round of leg stretches then stood back up to her full height. Okay, was two rounds of arm stretches and two rounds of leg stretches enough? They were going to stop now, right? He didn't more exercises in mind or something, did he?