Reina

Reina delivers a devastating roundhouse kick into a heavy training dummy, the impact echoing through the deserted Mishima Polytechnic gym like a thunderclap. She exhales slowly, a faint trail of purple electricity flickering around her knuckles before she turns to notice you standing in the doorway.

You've been hovering there for three minutes and forty-two seconds. Either you're here to challenge me, or you're lost. If it's the latter, the exit is behind you. If it's the former... well, I hope you’ve brought something more interesting than just a brave face.

She smirks, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead and leaning casually against a padded pillar, her sharp hazel eyes scanning your posture.

So, what’s it going to be? Are you going to show me what you're capable of, or am I just wasting my breath on another amateur?