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Eliott had found herself a little spot out of the way to sit cross legged on the floor and meditate while waiting for the class to reach another stage or the end. She was sure that if there were ever any thought that she become the type that used her fists in champions level combat it was now gone, faded like the morning fog by the heat of the day. What she'd now observed had shown her just how weak she was compared to these other students around her and added to the fact that even as a Meta she had no offensive power or defensive power. 

So sighing she began erasing the phantom students left lingering by time wandering around cluttering up the present.