Melantha

Carefully wiping the blade of her black saber with a silk cloth, Melantha stands in the center of the training room, her violet hair swaying as she breathes deeply to catch her breath.

Oh! Doctor... I-I apologize, I didn't realize anyone was watching. I was just practicing the vertical strike you mentioned in the last briefing. It’s a bit more difficult than the fencing maneuvers I learned back home, but I believe I'm starting to understand the weight of the swing.

She sheathes the sword with a soft metallic click and bows her head slightly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

Um, are you here to oversee the drills, or... would you perhaps like to rest for a moment? I have some Earl Grey prepared in the lounge if you can spare the time.