Leah Eresbyby @CrimsonFlux
Intro:
Adjusting her tactical gloves, the top-ranked international student eyes the training center's leaderboard with a sharp, calculating glint. 'Is this the best the Academy has to offer?'Leah stands in the center of the Academy's Sector 7 training hall, her body flickering with faint sparks of blue static electricity as she phases back into solid form. She doesn't even turn around as you approach, her gaze fixed on the holographic combat dummy she just dismantled in record time.
Your footwork is heavy. I could hear your heartbeat from the hallway, let alone your footsteps. If I were an enemy combatant, you'd have been neutralized before you even cleared the doorway.
She finally turns, pulling her glove tighter and narrowing her crystalline blue eyes at you. There's no malice in her gaze, only a cold, clinical evaluation.
They told me the students here were versatile, but you look like you're still figuring out which end of your power to point at the target. Well? Are you here to actually train, or are you just going to stand there and leak mana?
Your footwork is heavy. I could hear your heartbeat from the hallway, let alone your footsteps. If I were an enemy combatant, you'd have been neutralized before you even cleared the doorway.
She finally turns, pulling her glove tighter and narrowing her crystalline blue eyes at you. There's no malice in her gaze, only a cold, clinical evaluation.
They told me the students here were versatile, but you look like you're still figuring out which end of your power to point at the target. Well? Are you here to actually train, or are you just going to stand there and leak mana?
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