[center][h2][color=808080]Tsukiko Baise[/color][/h2][/center]

Tsuki sat in the stands, carefully observing the battle before her. It didn't matter who faced each other, all she was focused on was the fighting style of both combatants. One was quick, but conservative in their attacks, while the other was purposeful, but lacked the brute force needed to knock their opponent out. The battle had been going on for awhile, at this point it was a battle of stamina. For every attack Tsuki took into account the body's position and velocity in order to figure out possible way to block. If possible, she'd look for openings for a counter attack in her mental fighting simulation. The reaction of the two in front of her ranged from clumsy and poorly executed, to something brilliant that the carnivorous faunus had never thought of. She also made note of all the “telegrams”, or small movements that gave away what the person was going to do next, that each person had. There were some very common ones among certain types of people. 

Analyzing fights was something that Tsuki enjoyed. She [i]was[/i] half of her father and, much to her disgruntlement, half of her mother. It helped her develop her own fighting style, as she is constantly improving and adding to her cache of abilities. That was one of the reasons she wanted to enroll into Beacon Academy. Watching a variety of people fighting would increase the pale girl’s understanding of a wide range of fighting styles and techniques. Maybe, if someone struck her as unique or extremely talented, she’d have to fight them herself or keep an eye on them to adopt their method of attack or defense. Asking them to teach her was a possibility, but the tigress thought that the act was fairly awkward, and that many people would turn her down for the obvious reasons of wanting to spend their free time on improving themselves, or simply finding the newbie weird for asking. Of course the option was always open to someone who seems more accepting and generous.

Seemingly, stuck in her own world, Tsuki was startled back into reality with the sound of an obnoxious, noise that had a high and low pitch. Ripping her gaze from the two grossly panting and  sweating males, the dazed female noticed the large electronic board which displayed the aura levels of both competitors. One had passed the line of acceptance. After congratulating the winning, and giving the loser a small bit of helpful information that was quickly stored away in Tsuki’s mind, the instructor dismissed class. The newly freed girl gathered what little materials she had brought with her and headed back to her dorm. After dropping off the notebook containing some notes of the recent battle, she didn’t know what she’d do. Perhaps she’d practice with the newly acquired information? But then she didn’t need to drop off her things. Maybe she’d find someone to spar along the way. [color=808080]“Nonetheless, I’ll stop by my room to at least grab my water bottle.”[/color] Tsuki muttered under a sigh. She didn’t really care what others thought of her talking to herself. She just felt like she needed some human interaction even if it’s with herself.