Lim rolled her eyes at Wric’s tardiness. Typical. First day and he’s already an embarrassment. How in the Underworld did she manage to get stuck with such a man? For four years she’s going to have to deal with this.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, when they paired off to practice upon one another, she couldn’t wait to throw a punch or two at the pervert’s face. Unfortunately, from a purely physical standpoint, her strength and speed was by no means a match to the satyr’s. If she were in the ocean, she’d be deadly, but here she’s just a fish out of water. So when she did attempt at a straight jab directed at his jaw, it was rather slow and easily avoided. Should he do so, she’d try to follow up with a right hook, also weak and slow. This wasn’t her strong suit by any means, but even if she’s just throwing whiffers it still felt somewhat cathartic.