1. Brigitte Lindholm's Training Regimen


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    Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the guard of the hulking individual opposite her in the ring. She followed one glove with the other, delivering a flurry of jabs to her partner’s forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the return volley of blows that expected to receive. Such a rebuttal, however, never came. She dropped her guard for a moment and hitched her gloves onto her hips, shifted her weight over to one hip, and cocked her head to the side. “Kom igen, hit back! They’re not going to go easy on me while I’m out there fighting beside Reinhardt..” she whined across the her sparring partner on the other side of the ring. “..besides, I could use the stress relief.” Opting instead to not wait for any kind of answer, the toned, muscular Swede pushed a lock of umber hair from her sweat-beaded, ruddy, freckled face and returned her guard in front of her. Quickstepping into striking range, she delivered a pair of of haymakers to her opponent’s guard that sent him staggering back onto the springed ropes fencing in the practice ring. This was her chance. In one fell motion, the tawny-haired warrior cast her hand over her far shoulder, grasped at the handle of her training club and brandished it from the back-slung sling. She ducked in, charged to her on-the-ropes opponent, and swung the blunted sparring weapon at his exposed side. She felt one brutish swing connect, then proceeded with a follow-up. Brigitte spun on one heel, leapt off of the ...
    ... undersprung boxing ring mat, carried the momentum of the faux-flail around her body in a single rotation and took aim at where she knew her opponent’s chest would be. A dull, thumping ‘thwack!’ reverberated out into the air as her weapon made contact. The practice tool wasn’t meant to do any serious damage, but she knew that her ‘training dummy’ was going to be feeling that combo for the next couple of days. She didn’t need to see him fall to the mat – but she did listen for it while she turned away from the sorry sight of her defeated opponent. Brigitte sauntered towards the other side of the squared-circle opposite the savage beating she had delivered. “Alright, who’s next out there? I’ve only got another week or two before I say my goodbyes and ship off for the battlefield..” the dominant fighter called out, leaning onto the stretchy top ring rope. The wanna-be soldier took a moment to catch her breath before her next would-be combatant entered the ring. “Come on! Some brave hingst must want to take me on..” she groaned, this time employing a seductive timbre in her voice to entice one of the men of the rural stopover into being her next practice dummy. “You all know the wager, don’tcha? Take me down, and I’ll let you do anything you want to me..” This was often her last-ditch effort, and she wasn’t above baiting a new challenger into the ring with the implication that some kind of insatiable lust would overcome her had she found a fighter capable of putting her on the mat for ...
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