Channeling [Open]

[Samara]

A few seconds passed and again, another object was pulled from the inside, tearing itself appart. The excercise was surprisingly relaxing, it helped her release stress and was as fun as another sport. The best practice. And then again, the next object was launched towards her, every time faster. At first sight it seemed like an obstacle course, and it was true in a way- except that it was designed to attack the participant. The goal was to repeat the constantly shifting course up to the maximum speed, and then see how much time she could keep it up. Then, to best the mark.

The walls were burned and blackened with evidence of intensive use, and the first drops of sweat were starting to show, making their way through her cheek as she progressed through the course again.

 

[Samara]

Another round went by. Acrobatics and swiftness were supposed to be the trademark of her style, so she purposely emphasized on the timing of her movements. Pyrokinesis was the part of the excersize she liked the most, almost felt like cheating, but it was one of her greatest skills. To hone it every time was only logical, so yet again another precise and small wave of fire rised from a sudden combustion in the training droid before she had the chance to land, and moved towards the next target as soon as it appeared giving it somewhat of a ricochet look between one target, and another, and the next.

The curb of her clothes had began to suffer from collateral damage already but it was nothing she wasn't used to after so many years. Intensive training had a way of mistreating clothes, thats why she picked the ones she liked the least before undergoing practice.