Elleonora spend the entire night by the holy forges of the monastery. It took a long while to completely purify her hammer and then turn it into the holy weapon it was right now. Being made from undead blades it originally had a strong affinity for dark energies which made it scarily effective at soaking those energies when she slew anything in the past. Thus the long purification. 

 Still the whole process ended sometime before sunrise, so she at least got a brief nap before she had to wake up with the first rays of light. Now she stood in the courtyard of the monastery where one could meditate and train. She was dressed in only simple linen shirt and pants. 

 Elleonora was sitting cross legged on the cool stone as the desert sun was quickly ascending and showering everything with it’s burning light. She had spend the time meditation on preparing her abilities for the day. With it done, she suddenly jumped and stood. Hands holding the battle hammer tightly and surely in her hands. She suddenly started swinging it. Just as every swordsman, she trained every single morning. 

 Her swings were fast and deadly, just by looking at her, one could feel the momentum behind each strike. Still she didn’t force the hammer, she listened to it. A hammer’s momentum and weight were it’s voice and will. She listened to it, guided it, but didn’t try to fight it. Thus it made her moves fluid and her strikes like thunder.