"Too slow!" Tetramis said as she sheathed her sword, disappointed at her lack of speed. Perfection is a must, or it would be the end of oneself in battle. She placed her weapon down, deciding to try out one of her old practices to maintain her agility. She collected two mock knives from her belt and held them in opposing grips. She crouched, her head tilting to the side slightly as she added pressure behind her right foot and bounded forward, lunging at an imaginary enemy viciously.<span style="font-style: italic">Stay low to the ground, a jump is as good as sending one's head on a platter.</span>The tips of the grass tickled the belly of her arms as she vaulted easily over two low obstacles and she twisted a strike down into her foe's temple.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>The boot prodded a limp form in the dimly lit chamber, "He's not dead. Can't you maintain your grip?" Said a lady as she took a special cable from one of the students. "Wrap it 'round your palms and pull it taut. And when you strangle, try to know your limits." She looked at another student with a bloodied nose. "Firearms are not everything, once they are lost, you only can rely on yourself then."<br/><br/>The red-haired instructor took a knife which was barely used to its full potential during the test. "And what was this?" She said,testing the blade with her fingers, yet she made no attempt to place it in the owner's expecting hands, "Once you've lost your weapon, consider it gone. It's only common sense. Were you trying to bait them? Or did you overestimate yourself horribly? Just what are you doing?" Her voice was expressionless at this part, frankly, this was just money. "You are dismissed."<br/><br/>After a minute, a white haired man at the door approached her, "Miss Itzli, a moment if I may?" His voice told her that it was not a request. "What are you doing here? You are an operative, not an instructor. You should not even be in the test area."<br/><br/>"Sir, I was just giving them a few tips. To help them out in the harsh world out there."<br/><br/>"Are you screwing with me?!"<br/><br/>"I was never screwing around to begin with. You know the situation out there: Even as we speak, the Conservative's pride causes them to stumble. They avoid the solution to the problems, and even as we try to bring our own a better future, they try to stick their scythes into our necks. It is only a matter of time before they find us again, and when that happens, I'm not leaving until every single last one of them is driven from this place or until I am dead." She turned and left, "G'day to you."