It was a different training room than Wisty was used to. To start off, it had a control room, which was a clear difference from the matted floor and wooden wall dojo she frequently visited. The control room was suspended above the main room, and there was already someone fiddling around with the board. Cal, the one with the computer-like brain, if she recalled. Possible rival, but also a teammate. How jarring. The turtle boy, Tintoretto or something, was already down there, but it seemed that he was just finishing up. She deduced that Cal was either over-viewing him, or attempting to fuck with the simulation somehow. Once the other boy noticed her presence he drifted back and allowed her to get busy with the tech. Wisty took no time to take in all the tech and start fiddling with things. Finding most of the commands basic, she got the hang of everything in no time, and eventually started setting up her own simple, mostly safe scenario. One that would not need overseeing, just a basic set up containing five, hand to hand-set droids and perhaps a risen platform or two. Once he was out of the room and the rest of the sim was set she drifted out of the room and down the stairs, curious eyes glancing about every so often to take in the exact scale of everything. After sliding silently through the hall and finally entering the training room she froze, feeling a swell of sudden emotions at the sight of the room before her.

Silver covered the floor and walls, feeling strangely heavy beneath her wushu-clad feet, as if static was keeping her stuck tightly in place, but it could only be expected from such a high-tech facility such as this. Instead of dummies, there were holograms, and instead of vaults and trapezes there were... More holograms. Despite feeling a bit uncomfortable in the new surroundings, her excitement to train in such an electronic place couldn't be contained, as evidence from her wide grin. Figuring out how to set up a few holo-droids had been fairly simple, the hard part would be taking them down, seeing as she set them to a rather high level. Well, it was a small price to pay for getting fit. Wisty smirked down at allowed her mind to empty of all worry, focusing instead of her giddiness to start.

"Begin simulation, code name Owlet." The droids instantly lowered into a defensive pose as she moved closer, and with a cocky smirk she did the same, taking on a typical boxing stance.

Stillness, no one moved, and at first Wisteria deduced that some sort of malfunction had occurred, but then a fist whizzed passed her cheek, sending a few strands of her hair flying. Instantly on the defensive she slid back, raising her arms to block a few of the straight-on punches while her eyes traveled across to the other four, seemingly idle foes. She had decided on giving them varying body types, and from what she could see the heaviest and the smallest were still not moving. The thinnest was also idle, as well as the bulk, so the one delivering the blows was probably the only female, or, at least, the one who shared a similar physique to Wisty. As soon as her wrist began to feel sore Wisteria ducked, allowing her right leg to shoot forward and connect with the droid's ankle, throwing the attacker off balance. In the next instant she shot up, sending a left hook to connect with the staggering droid's would-be temple, but before she could land a hit another fist shot forward, clipping the tip of Wisty's noise. The other four were on the prowl now, a reaction to their injured comrade perhaps?

Wisty pulled back, smirking as the five slowly surrounded her, fists raised at varying heights. Silence, only being filled by the faint breathing of the blonde, and then they were all moving at her. She had a second; a second to take in everything and anything from her surrondings. The two risen platforms, one to the far right and one rather close to her left, untouched, silver flooring, and five enemies.

[i]'Perfect.'[/i]

Fists met air, heads turned in confusion, focusing first on the empty air and then the surronding grounds. Wisty had slipped under the attack at the last possible second, keeping tight and concealed as she stumbled through their legs and out into the open field, latching onto the closest wall. A bright red tank top and gray sweats were no ideal camaflouge, so spotting the hero on the side of the platform took no time at all, but it was just long enough for Wisteria to start her take downs. The closest enemy was the thin one, and without a second thought she detached herself from the wall and pounced on the droid, landing in a way that would send the hologram down first. Her knees gripped the thin sides of the bot while her hands wrapped around the side of its head, adding just enough force to summon a sickening crack from the back of its fake-skull.

 She jumped off the now-still droid and turned to the remaining four, the cocky smirk domination her face. The look-alike and the shortest one shot forward then, arms raised with what appeared to be pre-determined punches. She was moving as well, sliding forward on silent feet while her hands clenched tightly, and once they were in striking distant she jabbed, catching the shorty just under its mouth. She was prepared to nail the look-alike in the chest, but there had been a sudden shift in attackers, which lead to Wisteria nearly getting a face full of elbow. The bulk had squeezed in between the two others, and was already sending a barrage of jabs and hooks in her general direction. She managed to block most of them, but had been nailed rather roughly in the ear-cheek area. As the pain and numbness began to spread she shifted back, eyeing up the attacker, and then with sudden fierceness she bolted forward, leaping into the air to send a diving kick directly into the droid's general nose area. As soon as her left foot touched the ground she pivoted, sending another kick into the bot's shoulder. It staggered slightly, but did not fall, and with a final push she took two steps back and kicked out with her left leg.
 
 The bot teetered and then toppled, and Wisty took no time to rush along to the other three, bursting fist first into the group. Her knuckles connected with something, she didn't know what, and then it was just a flurry of bodies. Hands on hair, legs tangled in legs, and Wisteria was in the middle of it all, blocking blows and sending kicks as fast as possible. Finally growing wary of the crowd, she allowed her body to push up and out, spreading the crowd out evenly before her. Wisty smirked, slowly raising her hands to tighten her ponytail before she turned to the largest member who stood in front of the rest. He would make for a lovely domino effect. The tubster rose his hands, obviously prepared for a few jabs, but Wisteria was already taking many steps back, fists raised but not clenched and mouth upturned but not smirking. The droids didn't seem to respond to her evident retreat at first, but in the next instant bolted forward all at once, all while she had become distracted with the cinch tie that swung from the front of her sweatpants.
 
 [i]'That'll works.'[/i]
 
 Her mind whirled with formulas for a second before she was on the move at well, ripping the aglet-tipped string from her sweatpants while at the same time making sure to keep a bit to the left of the oncoming crew. Once the first punch was thrown she leaped, vaulting over the largest one's shoulder. With intense focus and sharp movements she turned mid air, the cinch tie which tightening between her two hands as she pulled it over the droid's head and tightened it around its neck. Once secure (well, she was moving a bit too fast to know if it was secure or not) her body weight shifted, and once her feet were planted firmly on the metal floor her shoulders lowered and with a heavy grunt she shifted the tubster's weight up and over her body. Once the droid was in the air she pulled away, curling the cinch tie around her hand, and as the huge droid hit the ground, very nearly crushing the two behind him, she sprung, landing face first on the confused bot.
 
 With that one out of commission, she turned to the last two and instantly threw a bunch in the general direction of the short. Skin connected with skin, probably a guard, and after throwing a few more jabs she kicked downwards, hearing a blissful crack as she broke the bot's pseudo-shin. Another kick to the side and it was down, leaving finally the look-alike. A fist skimmed her ear, the sudden quickness surprising Wisty, and she quickly countered with a jab of her own, but it also only skimmed the side of the bot's face. They shared blows and kicks, moving in a flurry of quick motions that might appear unnatural to those watching. Wisteria eventually began swinging the cinch tie around as well, scratching and teasing the bot with sharp, aglet-induced pinches. When it seemed she had finally begun to annoy the look-alike she ducked, swiping her leg around to knock it off its feet. With it now disarmed, Wisty flipped over and pinned it with her knees, ignoring the frantic thrashes as she lifted the final bot's head and smashed it against the floor.
 
 The simulation ended there, with all five bots unconscious, and Wisty stood and stretched. She had taken a few hits, in fact her ear was still somewhat ringing, but nothing that would put her out of commission in an actual mission. Feeling somewhat accomplished she ended the simulation completely with a few words and turned towards the exit. Once in the hall she took a seat on one of the chairs and let her head hang back. She hadn't trained hard enough, it would seem, as her legs and arms weren't screaming with pain like they normally did after sparring with Black Canary. Worthless. She'd have to try harder next time. The accomplished feeling had faded, and now feeling just annoyance she rose and moved towards the War Room where she had left her bag and water.
 
 Once she entered, her eyes met two figures. The turtle and the computer. Looks like she had an audience. Her cheeks turned red with anger at herself and discomfort from the two males, but she did not utter a single noise, instead drifting silently over to where she had thrown her duffle bag in the corner. After taking a small swig of water she rose and drifted back towards the door. Now would be a lovely time to start fiddling with the Canary Cry bombs she had been trying to remake, but her restlessness from the two figures in the room was enough to make her distracted. With a final nod she exited and started back towards the hall that had the chairs, hoping to find peace there.