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"Wha...[u][b]Fine[/b][/u]!"

Her eyes would have stared holes in the head of the instructor had she the ability. Zeph's voice was almost a shout, apparently she is not one who can watch others fight without getting the urge to let loose herself. Now she must continue to watch her supposed peers in a tournament that she was denied entry by some [i]dead weight slacker trash waste of organs [/i]...As the thoughts went threw her head her hands shook with rage.

"It is fine."

It took her almost 15 seconds to settle herself, this was now a observational excercise to improve the orga-others. Thinking back to the matches she had already seen she did have a better understanding of what the others where capable of. Most where unimpressive but others clearly took a contest serious enough that if they matched their own efforts here that they would likely be viable in an actual combat situation. Some of the matches however left her making internal bets on how long before they get seriously injured when the training starts. 

"Fine."

Zeph had shown more emotion in that last minute than the entire day prior, and it wasn't even lunch yet. She walked to a nearby wall and punched it with enough force that she pulled back bloody knuckles. Who ever this Logan was, he was going to get a match without regulations whenever she figured out who it was. After that she returned to her previous place pinching the bridge of her nose with furrowed brow.

"It is fine...I...No it is fine...No its not..I will...This..[b]GODS DAMN IT[/b]."

Blood runs down her lip as she bite into it to silence herself. [i]This was just. She can't even[/i]. [i][u][s]"I will slit his F*cking Throat and send his mother tea made from his dried blood."[/s][/u][/i] escaped her mouth as she wiped the blood from her chin. She exhaled slowly once more and resumed her (though now much more frigidity) observation of her peers.