“I’m...more magical, than physical. If there’s water around, I’m much better than this.” She began as the professor approached her about losing to her sidekick, looking at the Minotaur while hiding the discomfort clear in her mind and body, her voice soft and almost unsure, “but, I agree. To be a good hero, I need to be more well rounded and open myself to new avenues. I...look forward to learning more from you...Wric.” It was almost a struggle to say his name after what had just happened, her eyes avoiding his. Beneath her toga, her legs pressed together.<br/><br/>“Excellent. Then that is your homework. Get yourself a routine to build some muscle and workout with your sidekick at least once a day. I look forward to hearing what you two have accomplished this time next week.” He squeezed the satyr’s shoulder, proud of the sidekick’s capabilities, and even more so for not harming his partner when he had the upper hand. This class was not about pummeling each other, but about technique and teamwork.<br/><br/>He walked away from the pair and continued with the lesson, giving each pair their own set of homework based on how they performed. Soon, the class dismissed, and Wric and Lim were free until their next class. Lim just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. Her mind was buzzing with confusion, and all she wanted to do was get a tub of ice cream. So, she made her way to the cafeteria, not even bothering to ask Wric if he wanted to join. She was...eerily quiet.