Avon and Jeremy finished the last two days of the camping trip practicing with the swords and living off the land. Jeremy took pity on Avon and did all the hunting and skinning of the animals shot or ensnared. She had learned enough to successfully endure the survival course. Avon gathered wild herbs and vegetables. Between what they gleaned off the land and their U-Rats, they ate well.
Between meals Avon practiced with the faux sword. "Iramy's routine is a bit like the ancient form of Tai Chi," Jeremy mused.
"I'd like mine to be more like a dance and acrobatic," Avon announced. "Somersaults and the like."
"So you want to do a cart-wheel and still hold a sword?"
"In a fight kicking someone in the jaw with my feet might come in handy," Avon chucked. "Still it will be pretty. I want to look like Iramy when I fight."