So this was it. All her training for years led her to this moment, this test. It would secure her place in Beacon, the world's most renown school for hunters and huntresses. All she needed to do was focus in, find a partner and get out with the artifact they were supposed to retrieve. No need to kill any Grimm, no need to get into fights with any of the wastes of breathe that made up the other test goers. All she had to do was focus and succeed... 

The rapidly approaching ground beneath Laura broke her from her inner monologue. It was time to get going. The violent hissing that the zip line made as she slid down it was complimented by a mechanical clicking noise, Laura's gauntlets roaring to life and follow their master's will to choose the proper kind of dust. No sooner than the sharp needle within the metallic cuffs find its mark above one of her tattoo channels and rip its way into her skin did the young huntress release the bar she held so tightly to.

The rest of the way would have to be a free fall.

With a confident smirk on her face, she willed her aura to life. Shimmering white light fired its way through the twisting and turning tattoos that coated her body, replacing the blackness of the ink with the purity of dust. Summoning the unique properties of the energy surging across her flesh and igniting her body with its power, the girl bent her legs to her knees, aimed herself towards the ground and kicked the air behind her, releasing a violent burst of dust to send her crashing towards the earth.

 This motion was followed close by the arrogant fighter tucking her knees up to her chest and curling into a ball, rotating like a buzzsaw at speeds concerning to most. But not to her. For as she detected the earth closing in towards her body did she summon forth more strength from her dusty 'weapon'. Unraveling her body at the last moment, she landed with perfection. Two feet crashed into the red colored plant life below, a shock wave of glorious white dust following. The impact, of which would have normally shattered her legs was dispelled by a perfectly timed burst of dust-infused aura. 

A perfect landing for an utterly perfect girl, the cocky blonde thought. Her bared feet resting against the soft grass below, Laura peered to her left and right, trying to locate any near by students. With luck, she wouldn't get an utter moron stuck on her for the rest of the year. Nobody she had yet met during her brief stay at the school had impressed her enough to warrant her targeting them specifically, but impressing her was something few would ever achieve. She needed not someone impressive, just someone confident enough not to get in her way. So her search began, the glowing white energy pulsing from her tattoos dying out as its master willed it away.