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You insert your hand into the training dummy's neck, spreading your fingers to sever its head cleanly. You turn around, raising an arm to block a swing from another. This leaves your hand pointed directly at its face, so you open the vents on your palm for a split second, delivering a quick jet of white flame. You watch it drop, checking for any indication it may need more, until you're interrupted by a strike to the back of the head.
It knocks you off balance, and you're just about to respond with a vicious punch when the buzzer sounds and it speeds away into the opening in the wall it initially came from. The ones you've already destroyed quickly repair themselves and follow it.
The witch in the lab coat enters through a door on the near wall. "Well, I think that's enough for a preliminary assessment. You're plenty sharp, that much is clear, though… somewhat unrefined. Was that a punch you were going for at the end?"
You give a small, embarrassed cough. "Force of habit. Last time I was in a fight, my hands weren't sharp."
"Mm. Well, why don't you go get some rest while we work out a training regimen. You remember where your pod is, yes?"
"Of course, miss." You give a slight bow, and leave the room, easily tracing back the series of turns to reach your rest pod. Some sleep does sound nice… you haven't really gotten any since you ignited yourself. Not that a doll, or, you suppose, a combat doll, strictly NEEDS rest, but… it sounds nice. Your eyelids are shut before the pod lid seals above you.