[center][h1][b][u][color=silver]Dizzy[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

Eyes were center, on the adults, surely, since anyone who introduced themselves with a title rather than a name was bound to either be someone important or someone with an inflated ego. Often it was both, as Dizzy suspected upon hearing him talk. That belief didn't extend just to him, Dizzy thought that all of the adults, guards included, had to have an inflated sense of ego given that they still believed they had a snowball's chance in hell of making any sort of legitimate difference in the world as it presently existed. But then, what did that make her for listening to the lecture, for looking around at the other girls who would jump at the chance to call themselves Limiters. The Director's words were just that. Words. And words were always hiding something. Lies. Truths. Deceptions. 

Dizzy was ready to simply tune the speech out but that became difficult as the ear piercing shriek and the gasps of terror rang out even louder than the flowery introduction had. But it wasn't until that blaring klaxon sounded that Dizzy reacted. Seeing one of the monstrosities gave Dizzy nothing. No reaction. She had seen bigger. She had heard death wails. She would keep hearing them. But the klaxon caused her head to slam down onto the desktop in front of her. The pain was instant, and it was stinging, and it lingered even as she lifted it in time to watch the little demonstration.

[color=silver] "The size differential is crucial. She's taking it lightly, the armspan alone...that's going to hit her,"[/color] she mumbled out as the Moonman clipped the green haired girl. [color=silver] "Two point seven seconds earlier and it would have been a clean dodge,"[/color] Dizzy continued mumbling quietly to herself, sounding almost as if she was speaking in tongues. [color=silver] "Size differential is too great. Defense not suggested. Its charging speed is faster than its swinging speed by a factor of-"[/color] As the beast let out a shriek of what could be pain as easily as it was anything else, Dizzy's side commentary came to an end as again her head was drawn in sharp pain downward, hitting the desk with a thump. 

When she awoke it was to lingering throbbing and to the sounds of some shuffling out of the lecture hall. 

[color=silver] "I can't do that,"[/color] Dizzy remarked plainly, in response to the demonstration given. [color=silver] "Fighting. Not in my skill set."[/color] Dizzy stood up, quickly running her palm over her forehead, and stood in the line of the ones choosing to leave rather than to stay.[/center]