After the torturous tournament Zeph only had one thing on her mind. She was going to break something, anything, she had been forced to watch an event that she could have competed and likely gotten to know the minds of her fellow recruits but instead she had been left to the way side due to an incompetent hick. She tried to recall it but all she could remember was the color red and the obvious embarrassment and anger she had felt when the instructor singled her out.

She made her way to the training room, what she saw when she arrived brought a rather pleased sigh from her. Various sections with devices intended to either increase your strengths or test them. She made her way to a locker area and changed into some form fitting clothes, exposing her tone frame. She taped up her hands while she looked over at the bizarre looking machines that probably required some manner of clearance to use, but she looked forward to finding out what they where for. She noticed a second section but it had a key card readout along with what looked to be an optic based identification system...

[color=ed1c24]"Perhaps tomorrow."[/color]

What she could get at would more than suffice for a stress reliever, particularly the mat, and the uneven bars. She stepped lightly over the mat feeling its slight spring from the cushions within, her steps gained momentum till she began a series of flips, the flips came to a perfect stop just shy of the wall. She turned towards the Uneven bars and shook both her hands as if to loosen the tight wraps that covered them. Her feet took off from the mat almost a meter and a half in order to reach the lower bar. Zeph pulled herself up into a perfect handstand, she held it for an entire minute before letting herself swing down, and around, and around. At the peak she would release and somersault only to grab the lower bar once more. The grace of it made apparent in the fact she had completely reversed her momentum. Her routine would continue as she shifted bar to bar before finally she would release herself into the air doing a double axle and sticking the landing.

Sweat dripped down her brow, her breath labored but her mind at complete ease. She grabbed a towel and headed to the showers, washing away the last of her irritation. While she returned to gather her belongings she noticed the bathing suit and the connection to the pool, and the sole occupant. A girl who showed she had some mettle despite losing, [i]One who is honorable in defeat will learn from it. [/i] 

Rather than ignore her, Zeph opted to attempt to acknowledge her new impression of the girl. As with the expected grace she dived into the pool, making hardly a sound and a even smaller ripple. Her knuckles stung in the water reminding her of the embarrassing out burst she had in front of everyone. While she gathered a better opinion of her peers the likely thought little of her. [i][s][b]Logan must die.[/b][/s] [/i] She would swim to the side of the girl in the waters, and swallow her pride.

[color=ed1c24]"Lilith, I admit I mistook you for another one of my friends servants. You must know she had many and your behavior reminded me of her numerous people who would be caught up in her charisma. I had not meant my earlier assessment out of spite, as you clearly took it as an insult."[/color] As she spoke her cheeks began to match the vibrant red of her hair, as she struggled to admit her fault.[color=ed1c24] "You showed you where capable of standing alone and though you lost you showed no malice...What I am attempting to say is." [/color]Zeph would once more inhale deeply as if preparing for another go on the mat. [color=ed1c24]"I will watch your back..." [/color]

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