Peyton grabbed her satchel and all but darted out of the room. Enough was enough. She was tired of trying to create vines, tired of setting things on fire, tired of conflict and people being assholes. As she walked into the hallway she glanced over her shoulder at the others leaving the room. [color=f7976a]"On to defense training,"[/color] she mumbled quietly, flung her bag over her shoulder, and trudged in the direction of the gym.