The good thing about Wanda's goof-ups, she meant well... Which meant a lot of what the chief wanted went in one ear and out the other. Wanda was of the mindset to let love happen naturally, with maybe a bit of magic to enhance the beauty that was already there.<br/><br/>The bad thing? Well, if anyone who's ever done laundry would know, you don't mix colors and whites, else the colors would tend to bleed into the whites. Case in point, a suitcase popped in front of Christine, followed by her once white trenchcoat that was now blue as her other one. Christine looked down at herself, and shook her head. At least she was in her navy blue jogging outfit with the FTPD insignia over the left breast. "Well, what do you know? Only one foul up, this time. Wanda's definitely getting better at reclaiming her lost fairy magic." She climbed in the ring, "That other trenchcoat USED to be white." She commented.<br/><br/>As Aelisphere would soon learn, Christine had to have been trained by the Amazons as she indeed was holding her own. From wrestling moves to grappling, what passed for Greek martial art skills and boxing, both absorbing blows and giving as good as she got. After the sparring, Christine was out of breath. "Okay. Haaa haaa, lemme.... Whew... Catch my breath." There were dark spots on her sweats, along her legs, between her breasts, and a good portion of her back. Right now, she was slightly bent over, hands on her knees.