Ora walked to the abandoned town. Places like this were safe spots when fighting in the war against Vale. She placed her hands in the pockets of her overcoat, her curly woolly hair under the hood. Her scars were out to bear for once. They weren't in the populated part of Vale. She could be more like herself out here. Across her back was her giant lance, the one Lena helped her make. on her side, was the dust needed to refill the battery that made the drill spin. With this outfit, it was clear that Ora was horribly scared, however, she kept fighting.
That morning, she had sent a message to her team to meet her in this area. They were going to train, and they were going to train Ora's way. They were told to bring whatever they thought they needed to bring Ora to her knees. They would need it. Ora could hit hard. While she wasn't speedy, she was able to climb well in environments like this. Leaping was also something she could do. Sometimes, moving a little bit was enough to adsorb damage.
She would wait for her team to come to the center of town. She would stand there, looking bored. She looked serious for the first time. This was a test for Willimena as well. She wanted to see if the other sheep faunus was just a sheep, or a demon like herself.
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