07-24-2009, 05:28 AM
"Understood" she walked off to her room peacefully, the wounds seemingly unhindered her movement. "That witchblade defeated me? I need stronger training partners... god worthless money! Can't even buy me a decent spar..." she mumbled to herself, still very spiteful of her loss. Several employees looked at her fearfully (tell me if employees is out of story) and avoided her in the halls, knowing who she was.