The ring of her alarm clock made Diem open her eyes. She slammed a hand down on the device, stopping the high pitched ring that emitted from it. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon as she shuffled groggily to her closet, pulling out the sleek black suit she would no doubt need for her training session with Freya. Not only was she nervous about the lie she told to earn her favor, but she was also quite uneasy about the training itself. The members of Exellero were warriors and athletes just like the students of Power House, of legendary bloodlines that she recognized from ancient Greek mythology. As she moved toward the pristinely maintained coliseum, she could see the three women waiting for her, clad in the same black body suits. They wore their yellow accents proudly as they greeted her.<br/><br/>“You have a good frame,” Freya noted, giving her a less than clinical once over as she examined her. She squeezed her biceps, assessing the muscle mass in her arms and legs, and tracing her hands along the alluring curves of her body. “You’re not very strong, though. We’ll fix that, but since you’re small your physical advantage should be speed. You may not be able take hits like us for a long while, but you can avoid them if you’re quick enough. Fortunately, fast is what I’m good at.” She winked before waving her along.<br/><br/>Diem followed, entering the coliseum to find that there were many others training on their own in the arena. Freya and the others left her for a bit, but when they returned they had a pad attached to a rope with a band at the other end. They were also carrying weights, which they dropped onto the pad while the beautiful blond explained vaguely. “Two times around the whole arena.” She said while fastening the band around her waists. It didn’t take her long to figure out that they wanted her to run with half her body weight dragging behind her. “I’m timing you, so start now.” Her finger clicked the timer in her hand and the other swatted her plush, round cheeks sharply. “Go!”<br/><br/>After feeling the sting of her hand, she began to run—well, run was probably not the best term for what she was doing. She was moving, but not very fast despite all her efforts. One of Freya’s graceful strides was likely faster than the rate she was going now. Still, Diem managed to get around the track twice. Her thighs were burning, her calves were on fire, and her glutes were sore. “Good job. Two more laps,” she demanded after taking off a quarter of the weight. The process repeated every two laps till there was no more weight left to take off. Without it, Diem ran and instantly she noticed how much lighter on her feet she was. The girls taught her basic moves. How to throw a punch correctly, the various types of punches, kicks, and a few take-downs before they started to spar—which was basically the three of them beating the crap at her and screaming at her to get up after they did it. If she didn’t get up fast enough, they kicked her while she was down, citing that not all opponents fought fair.<br/><br/>Diem sluggishly made her way back to Anima to shower and put on her uniform, body aching like crazy as she sat through her classes. During her hour for lunch, she decided to sit outside and practice some of the skills she was learning for her core courses as a Spirit user. She took off her blazer and used it so that she could sit on it so that the blades of glass beneath her weren’t tickling her nylon clad thighs or her cheeks beneath her plaid skirt. She ate most of her food, but held onto the apple on her tray. She lifted it and closed her eyes, using it as a catalyst for a vision. Her green eyes faded as usual, glowing white in their absence. A surge of images flooded her mind rapidly, overwhelming her. Diem pulled herself away before she could truly decipher anything at all. “The professors make it look so easy,” she muttered herself as she rubbed her temples, massaging the pain away gently.