The North GodNot a soul was in sight, and even the wind was still. The only movement in eyesight was the cadence of her breathe, the rising of her chest and shoulders at every inhale, and the slow exhalation that follo--"Can you shut up? That'd be great."
The voice breaking her concentration trailed off in a mischievous snicker, and once it was completely gone, her furrowed eyebrows returned to a relaxed state. Micaiah sat on the dry and cracked ground, the sun heating surface dirt. In this moment, Micaiah was concentrating on the energy within her, having it flow about in circulation. Throughout the process, the heat from the ground was rising into her body as if she was absorbing it.
At the moment, the girl was practicing the first martial art she ever learned: the Fire King's Godfist. Because of its affinity with heat, and the demands from Maujuda that she dedicate some time to practicing the craft, she decided to stop by in Australia and do some resistance training. Thanks to her naturally adaptive skills, it wasn't long for her body to grow accustomed to the heat of the environment and the ground itself, and the more she built up this resistance, the easier it would be to utilise the Godfist. Unfortunately, Micaiah wasn't the most patient kind of girl, and soon enough boredom got through to her."God, I can't stand this. Isn't it better to spar with someone if I'm trying to practice my martial skills, rather than sit around and 'focus on the energy'? There has to be something more engaging than this."