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[hr]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥: 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝟚   / /  ~𝟙𝟠𝟛𝟘[hr][/center]
A few minutes of watching what she'd missed in the match was more than enough to tell Siena that she should have stayed out on the field--for the safety of the opposing team as much as her own. Between Kusari, Angel, Chris, and the two-on-one showdown with Sander and Grant against Callan, the brunette became painfully aware that she could have maintained damage control, if nothing else, had she stayed with the rest of her team. There was an internal grimace hidden by a shallow sip of her carbonated beverage, though even the reaction felt like it was being pushed through an opening too small for it. 

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Serena was a mistake.[/color]'[/i] 

She took another sip as the next round began to unfold, a dull buzz filling her head as a thousand thoughts tried to scramble to the surface.

If the first match had been brutal, then the next one was absolute hell. In less than ten minutes, Siena bore witness to a number of events that she was acutely aware shouldn't have been happening in a game of flag football. What little the brunette knew about the actual sport had never covered borderline mauling the opposing team. Perhaps she was the one that had taken too passive an approach to the entire situation if [i]this[/i] was what was expected of them. Steely eyes sharpened their focus on one event after another. 

Assault.

Pain.

Desperation.

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Were we supposed to attack each other like this?[/color]'[/i] Certainly, it had been combat training, but the bookworm had assumed that there were limits to how far one could go with a training exercise. She'd also assumed that her fellow classmates knew better than to cripple each other, given that they were supposed to be capable of working as a [i]team[/i] if her second day at USARILN East was any indication of what her life would be like. Her mind once again set off alarms at the calculating cool that swept over her emotions despite the slightly furrowed brow and delicate frown painted on her face. [i]She should have felt worse.[/i] The girl stole a surreptitious glance at Chris, only to find that with her attention torn from the screens that much of the room was filled with a sense of tension. 

By the time the match ended and the evaluation sheets were distributed, Siena could tell that what they had witnessed was [i]not[/i] what anyone had been expecting. A faint sense of relief blossomed in the pit of her stomach. Subtle, but noticeable. She didn't let the emotion break the concerned mask, instead sending her gaze at the blank sheet before her. 

[i]Careful.[/i]

[quote][h2]General Thoughts[/h2]
I'm not sure that we were supposed to use so much violence against each other in this.

Team 3 had a pretty big reliance on Hazel to get most of the work done. There was also a lot of collateral damage involved in that entire fight. That might be fine now, but what if we're in a place with other people? Or...if that collateral damage had hurt your own team, I suppose. There were also a lot of reckless maneuvers on both sides. Probably okay for this situation since we weren't [i]supposed[/i] to try and kill each other, but I don't think most of those moves would have been a good idea against actual monsters. Brent almost died climbing up the building. If team 4 had anyone faster than Hazel's launch, team 3 would have had to deal with recovering from it before they could deal with someone that might have been able to teleport or move faster than they could. 

Also...isn't this kind of thing exactly why people are afraid of subnaturals?

[h2]Suggestions[/h2]
I think consideration for each other is my main concern. I'm sure that at least part of this exercise was to demonstrate our own self control, and there wasn't very much of it shown in the match. These were people that you were fighting against, not monsters...I'm not entirely sure I could trust that everyone knew the difference.[/quote]

Setting her pen down, Siena stood to submit her form, her mind still alight with a disturbingly keen interest in what she'd just witnessed. Were her classmates really so capable of hurting each other? Had she been in that particular match, the brunette was certain that her less-than-aggressive stance on the match would have been met with a violent display and her blood spilling [i]somewhere[/i] on the field. Admitting to herself that there might be a need to set aside her qualms on harming her classmates was easier than Siena would have liked. By the time she returned to her seat, the idea had planted itself firmly into place. If anyone ever came at her, she had to be willing to defend herself.

The realization should have felt worse than it did. 

She took another sip of her drink.