[center][color=green][h1]Diana[/h1][/color]
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She wasn't sure what was worse, going into the forest with all the dirt and sticks and such or the mausoleum, with all its dirt and dead people. Probably better that she'd gone to the forest. Though not by much, she though as she picked another stick out of her hair. Diana had been about to ask how much further they were going before they were all halted by the sudden appearance of a flying weapon, causing the person in front to scream, and barked orders. It reminded her of home. [color=green]"Diana!"[/color] She said loudly and precisely, but not as loud as their instructor. 

The guy that had screamed decided for some reason that doing other than exactly what was ordered was a good idea. Apparently they were going to be in for the training of a lifetime and not following orders to the T was probably going to make it worse. Nothing new there. Though she was interested if the knife lady's training would be as intense as her father's. Maybe even more so if that was possible. The other one was looking forward to the challenge. Diana of course was simply hoping she wouldn't get too sweaty and ruin her clothes.