Watching the others make their attempts, Amy was a little amazed by her sensei and her classmates. They were definitely pretty strong, though the first one to attempt appeared to have messed up, and the most recent one had probably hurt himself. She made her way over and knelt down, gently touching his arm and allowing her aura to briefly manifest as she made use of her power to heal, hopefully alleviating any bruises. After that, she said gingerly "[color=0054a6]Be careful, make sure not to get hurt. It's no good training if you're too banged up to learn from it.[/color]"This was definitely odd, and that first girl bothered her a little more than this guy, at least he'd gone for it and messed up big while she'd 'shorted out'. However, that was alright, sensei had told her what she did wrong and they were all students for a reason, and it wasn't because they were masters. Then, however, Hanzo made his big schpiel, about how he didn't care about anyone and how he was "the student of the establishment", and this made Amy frown in disappointment. The guy was just a student like the rest of them, not an invincible island. Did he understand that this way he wanted it, to be alone, wasn't the way to real strength? Real strength lay in belief in one's purpose, and belief in one's comrades in arms. That was what her father had always taught, that was what her mentor had always taught, and that was what she believed with all her heart. She wanted to gain the strength to match her convictions, so she could always protect the ones she cared about, so she'd never lose anyone.

That said, she decided it was her turn to step up, and slowly made her way to the wall. She shut her eyes for a moment and focused on the energy that flowed through her, the very energy of her own strength, and gently beckoned it outwards. Just like when she used her power to heal, or her power to aid an ally, she could feel it manifesting. Her powers to heal, her power to make others stronger, they were based in her own energy, not the energy of the light around her, and it was that same energy that now bolstered her. Unlike Yaozu's, her aura was gentle and controlled, and unlike sensei's it was not bright and filling the room. As her eyes opened, a soft glow back-lit them as a gentle blue glow began emitting from her body, slowly growing brighter as Amy focused her energy. Amy gingerly stepped onto the wall, though her balance wasn't ideal at first she was, at the very least, completely confident in herself. She stepped further up the wall, her balance growing with her own self-assurance as she walked. When she stepped onto the ceiling, she dared to move at a fast walk for but a moment before slowing back to the easy gait she'd held.

After she'd taken a lap or two about the ceiling, she gingerly descended the wall and gave a dry smile, saying "[color=0054a6]Not so bad if you think vertically.[/color]" Her bad joke aside, she quietly made her way back to her seat and sat down. She didn't quite relax, but she at least gave off a far different aura than before. While before it had been a literal aura of light, now it was far more figurative. Just looking at her, one could tell she felt re-assured, that her confidence had been bolstered. Amy now knew, for certain, she could at least keep the pace with her classmates, and for now that was enough. Though, she hoped to one day be the best martial artist around, so that she could protect everybody and never lose, but for now, she was content to match the others in her class in ability and dedication.