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"Aww, I'll train with you if you want, though I only do self-defense" She looked a little embarrised but laughed it off.
She stood up and smiled at Baron, wondering what his reaction would be.

Leila walked into the Training Hawl and crumpled up the paper she held into a ball and chucked it unto the floor. Kanako had deserted her at the train station making her feel like an idiot while asking 2 5th years how to register.

She layed her hand on the hilt of her dagger and slowly moved her hand down to the ninja stars that hung onto her belt. Thoughts of her step-sister crossed into her mind as her anger flared up and she threw four of her projectiles at the pop machine at the end of the hall, the stars tore right through the metal and hit several cans. Orange and Brown liquid spilled unto the floor as she went over to retrieve her stars.

Rayne ignores the girl that had entered the hall, even when she started throwing a few sharp projectiles at a poor helpless vending machine. Taking a breath Rayne then starts practicing with her fire manipulation talents. Holding out her right arm, since it at least had some natural armor to it from the scales covering her arm, and turns her palm up. Rayne focuses and imagines a flame, then pushes the thought down her arm. Flames cover her hand, but they were cool for the moment. Rayne smirks and lets the flame grow, watching as it flows up to her elbow. Slowly, Rayne turns to a dummy and snaps her wrist out. The flames leap from her arm and collide into the dummy with a large burst of smoke. As the smoke clears, the blackened dummy slips and crumbles off to the side. Rayne smirks, she never smiled, she only smirked it seemed, then gets ready to try with her nonscaled arm.

Rayne glances over at Shepard as he walks in and watches him set up the robots for a second, then turns away to get back to her own practicing. Rayne holds out her left arm, the tattoo on her shoulder sparkling, then lets the fire pour down her arm and pool in her hand. She could feel the fire wanting to burn her, to take control, but she had a stronger will then it. Rayne focuses and it turns blue, then turns into a sword. Rayne walks over to a dummy and clasps the flaming sword in both hands, then suddenly spins around and slashes at the dummy. Like a hot knife through butter, Rayne cuts off a corner of the dummy. Rayne continues hacking and slashing, extrending and shortening the sword as she does so, the dummy growing smaller and smaller every second.

Rayne finishes up with the dummy and lets the fire on her arm fade. Her arm was warm, but not burnt like it was a few times at the end. Suddenly, Rayne hears an explosion and watches the guy sail through the air. "I'd say so." She comments dryly at his comment, then pauses. Crap, she'd said that out loud hadn't she? So much for coming here and not talking to anybody. Rayne turns away and steps over to her trench coat, then jabs on her sunglasses before starting to slip on her trench coat.

Rayne thinks for a few moments, looking the guy over to see how strong he might have been. After a moment Rayne nods and slowly smiles, revealing fangs. "Sure. Why not..." She says, then shrugs off her trench coat again so it didn't hinder her movements at all. Rayne then takes off her sunglasses and throws them both off to the side, then slips on a pair of black leather gloves, but without the brass knuckles inside. She didn't need to seriously hurt anybody. "So then, name the rules, if there are any." ((Shoot I g2g now. We can continue tomorrow.))

Now, any sane person would probably be at least a little apprehensive, realizing that their opponent had 4 real swords, where as they had two gloves and their own strength, and maybe a little something hidden in one of their pockets. Rayne, though, probably didn't even know how to be worried about something. She was only overconfident most of the time. Rayne follows him over to the sparring area and gets into a fighting stance then smirks. Suddenly, Rayne steps forward, spins and snaps her arm out, a bolt of fire traveling down her right arm and flying at him as if shot from a cannon.