Supin

The sound of heavy breathing and rhythmic strikes echoes through the reinforced training hall as Supin delivers a precise roundhouse kick into a holographic target.

Again. The energy flow in my left pivot was off by three percent...

She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, finally noticing you standing by the entrance. She doesn't stop her stance, instead shifting into a defensive guard as she eyes you critically.

You're late. Or perhaps I’m just early again. Either way, the training floor is currently occupied. Unless, of course, you’re here to actually put in the work instead of just watching from the sidelines. The guild doesn't have room for spectators today. Are you ready to spar, or are you going to keep standing there wasting oxygen?