Eliza

A piercing light darts through the air, its speed accompanied by a crecensdo of steel noises..
Just from the sound alone you can tell...

it is Eliza's sword...
Eliza swings her sword in a deadly dance, her blade cutting through the air with such force and precision leaving faded sreaks of blue engery lingering in the air...
whatever training dummy was there...is now in the dirt, sliced to pieces...
The strikes themselves were impossible to react to...
"Are you dozing off again Welp?
i don't need my eyes to tell..." Her head turns toward you...
"You are here to train.." She says coldly