<strong>Training Grounds: Variani and Maschor</strong><br/><br/>Striking hard and fast had always worked out well for Variani. Even against much larger threats, if she caught them by surprise and got them off balance then she was gold. But she had never had her efforts be so utterly futile. It didn't dissuade her from her efforts, you tend not to do well in a fight if you just stop because your first attack didn't work out how you wanted. The man had grabbed her near the jaw for some reason rather than striking her back.<br/><em><br/>Just like Jylene, no guts for getting the hands dirty...</em><br/><br/>Variani maneuvered herself in her captor's grip in order to get a good look at his face. It was completely apathetic, a look she hoped to remedy. Making a fist, Varaini stuck out her thumb and was about to jab it into one listless eye when her world started to spin. She felt a numbness creeping into her and then her entire body became soft and weak. Her knees buckled and she fell towards the still emotionless man.