Burned out, she let the girl stop her, her anger at the quick defeat having passed for now... she was quiet however, eyes downcast and face set in grim stone. It was one thing when she was raging, but her silent brooding was far worse. She simply followed her friens as they left the training field, dark thoughts blackening her mind. She had lost a thousand times before... but she was convinced she could have held her own this time.<br/><br/>"What a freak..." one of the boys muttered as she passed him. She knew this one... he always had some kind of whispered taunt or insult to her. She was in no mood to let his comments slide today. She turned and reared her fist back, landing a solid, cringe inducing punch to his cheek. He stumbled back and she delivered a snapping kick to his backside, lifting him off his feet and crumpling into a pile.<br/><br/>"You have something to say, then say it to my face..."<br/><br/>She turned and strode out of the clearing on her own, without her friends. She needed to be alone.