With a yell, Tetramis cleaved a pillar of ice into two. At the edge of the concrete block, she had made several different swords. After the short battle with an unsuspecting Ming, she had noticed that her skill was diminished. Her blade could not carry out her intent, nor stand the force of her blows for it was once made for precision and speed. What she wanted now was something which could smash through a parry, something which could cripple her foes in a single blow and that thin blade which she once held was not cutting it.<br/><br/>Currently, she was testing out a European long sword which seemed to be able to work as she pleased, just that the lack off speed was annoying. She raised her hand, causing ice pillars to rise around her again before launching herself into a mock battle. If this was some years back, she would have avoided having direct blows on her blade to prevent it from shattering, but now flames lit up inside her seeing her "foes" shatter before her. She altered the sword slightly during the course of battle, attempting to reduce its weight but keeping its strength. She was successful. As she set the sword down carefully she grinned, whoever fought her in the past would have a nasty surprise in store for them.<br/><br/>"What are you smiling about?"<br/><br/>Tetramis turned around, knowing that it was Ming, "Go away. Don't you need to sleep?"<br/><br/>"You're not sleeping either."<br/><br/>"Are you questioning me? Or are you trying to start a fight here?" Tetramis's eyes flashed in warning.<br/><br/>Ming sighed, "I don't know why you're so upset about everything but if you thing fighting would solve your anger, then so be it."<br/><br/>"So be it." Tetramis picked up her new sword and held it in a ready stance. She flinched as a ball of light hurtled past her, blinding her temporally before releasing a battle cry and charging forward.<span style="font-style: italic">He who strikes first will be the one who is on top!</span><br/><br/>Their swords clashed in a flurry of sparks, Ming evaded and dodged her attacks, further enraging her. She was better, everyone knew that, Ming was only good as a support or reconnaissance while she belonged to the thick of battle. In this case, she knew victory was on her side.<br/><br/>As she swung for what was supposed to be a killing blow, cracks of light formed on her blade and broke it.<span style="font-style: italic">Whatever.</span>She chucked it over her shoulder, "That's some rotten tricks you have there." Another identical sword reformed in her hand and the battle recommenced. This time, she pressed forward, making sure she was closer, making the blows harder to evade.<br/><br/>"You're being too aggressive," Ming warned.<br/><br/>She ignored him and kicked him in the shin, causing him to stumble and allowing her to rest the sword on he shoulder. "Dead."<span style="font-style: italic">I am right,the council is deliberately keeping me as a teacher because they are too weak to see me become an Executor.</span>Her blood boiled at the thought.<br/><br/>"You know," Ming said as he retreated, rubbing his shin, "You should not use that sword. It makes you weak."<br/><br/>"What are you taking about? With it, you can't even block my attacks. How does it make me weak?" She asked, ice patches forming over her neck to cool herself down.<br/><br/>"It just is. I would let you find out but just keep your original sword with you. Just in case." Ming waved as he returned to the school.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just in case?</span>