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Even now, even in Darrow, Gideon keeps up her training. She's not naive enough to think that Aiglemene would be proud of her but, maybe, she wouldn't be royally pissed off. Maybe. Thanks to the gym set up she now has access to, Gideon is probably in the best shape of her life - she'd put members of the Cohort to shame. She runs, squats, lifts. She does martial arts classes and yoga.

She still runs sword drills.

On the sand, a deserted stretch of beach near to the spot where, once, she sparred with Butcher, Gideon puts her two-hander, no longer the sole love of her life, through its paces.

As always, as ever, it's the best fucking feeling in the world.