(collab with [@SnowLeopard]) Lyona beat the sand bag in front of her mercilessly. The workout area had others in it, but anyone who approached her saw the look on her face and immediately walked away. Her normal mood of vaguely annoyed' was now in the 'severely pissed off' range. She had failed. HOW could she have failed?! Her superiors hadn't held her accountable, but it still felt like her fault to her. She had been the most experienced one present, yet she had failed. On a normal day people treaded lightly around "the Stormrider Bitch" as she was called by trainees, usually ones she made cry. Lyona was swift, tough and stubborn. Once Cayenne finished with the basic training then some of the group would be assigned to Special Operations, which meant they were turned over to her. Trainees learned quickly to respect and fear her. She had no patience for those who did not take being in the Imperial Army seriously. She was almost always training. Training, pushing either herself or others to the breaking point and sometimes beyond, was what had gotten her through the past few years. Ever since he had abandoned her... Tyme. She hated the fact that she couldn't forget him, the man who had broken her heart. In the time after he had left Lyona had gone from devestated to angry to furious to cold. She hadn't moved beyond cold, and at times she reverted back to furious. And since the lying bastard wasn't there she took out that fury on others, both enemies and trainees. Which was probably why some whimpered when they heard her name. Rearing back, she did a powerful roundhouse kick that finally snapped the chain holding up the bag, sending it flying into a wall. Sand sprayed everywhere as the bag erupted. She had failed... Failed... Without a word she turned and left the area, heading for the feild. Perhaps making some newbies cry would stifle her rage at herself. She was just in time to hear the news of Cayenne's promotion. It was enough to make her grit her teeth and clench her fists. Promotion. Wonderful. If she hadn't failed would that promotion have been hers? It made her anger boil to the point where her throat started to hurt. [color=a187be]"And I suppose I will be taking over these children," [/color]she said, waving a hand over the newbies standing nearby gaping. "A woman is going to be training us?" one of them asked incredulously. Lyona didn't move for a moment, then her head slowly turned to stare at the outspoken greenhorn. [color=a187be]"What is your name?"[/color] "Harper," he answered, puffing his chest out a bit. [color=a187be]"Good. They will know what to put on your tombstone," [/color]Lyona said in an eerily quiet voice. Those that knew her, Cayenne especially, would know that that quiet tone meant death. "Welcome general, it is strange to see someone such as yourself out here." Cayenne was about to ask what brought him to their barracks, but had his question answered before he could ask it. He was getting promoted? What for? He hadn't done anything special. Not to mention he knew absolutely nothing about airships. Was he really the best choice. The messenger ran up and handed the stunned Lieutenant his papers. "Is this a joke?" Cayenne stood there, astonished. He had no idea how to respond. His shocked delight was short lived as Lyona herself walked onto the field. While he himself was not troubled by her presence, the recruits were fearful. Rightfully so. The woman was more that just intimidating, she, to many, was the exact image of fear and death. Not only could she kill you, she could make you suffer while doing it. No remorse, no hesitation. In his mind, she was either brain washed by the army of Avenase, or, and this was more likely, she was fighting something from her past. He had no idea what it was, but he knew he wasn't the one to change her mind. After several failed attempts at wooing her, he had given up. That didn't mean he was going to treat her with anything less than the respect she deserved. "Good morning, Lyona. It is good to see you." when she mentioned that she was going to take over the recruits training, he smiled slightly. While he wasn't sadistic, he thought it might be a good idea for the most feared warrior to take over. While they had started coming together, some of them remained unruly. Having her here would whip them into shape straight away. He completely forgot that he had been promoted and turned to the recruits. They all looked at him and immediately knew what was about to happen. He assumed the commander would be okay with it. "Most of you probably know by now, but this woman is the Special Operations Instructor. If any of you show promise in her area of expertise, you will be moved for special training. This is not easy, and you should consider yourself lucky if you are chosen. Lyona, please continue." He moved a bit closer and said in a low voice, "At the end of the day, they are still part of the 74th Armored Division, please show a modicum of restraint." Cayenne stared to back away from her, but stopped and said, "We should spar sometime." A wooden shield wouldn't do much to protect him from her attacks, so he would have to use a metal one. He knew he wasn't a match for her anyway, but he was a better opponent than these greenhorn recruits would ever prove to be. It was then he remembered that he had been promoted and looked down at the papers in his hand. This could wait a little longer, he wanted to stick around for a while.