[h3][color=violet]Frea[/color][/h3]
Arriving in the middle of class time was not ideal. She had been slowed by paperwork of all things. Her parents were not ones to deal with such in advance. Well maybe her mother was, but Frea was largely left to manage her own affairs now. Being pretty much off the grid in Asgard and other realms meant she was having to make up all those years of absent documents. 

Having met with all the necessary staff and given a brief orientation she was given directions to Power Development. Stepping in while the others were already set up she was caught up with the basics. Before putting on the helmet she made note of the other student's appearances. That didn't really tell her much. 

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Being dropped into the ongoing simulation, Frea was greeted with utter chaos. Buildings were damaged, things were on fire, people were looting, the weather was poor, armed soldiers and tanks were showing up, and the students were scurrying around every which way trying to control the situation. Having appeared fully clothed in her armor and possessing her twin blades (to be fair that is what she showed up in in real life for class) she was pretty much ready to go.

It took a moment for the woman to get her bearings. There were quite a few problems to manage all at once and it was somewhat difficult to single out which was more pressing. The decision was made for her though as a tank took aim at her. Just managing to notice a shell coming her way she narrowly managed to brace for impact. The resulting explosion threw Frea through the wall of a nearby building. While she could survive the blast it did daze her a bit. She hadn't expected to step into a warzone. Gritting her teeth she climbed back out of the hole her body had created. [color=violet]"Very well, you are first to taste my blade."[/color] 

Breaking into a sprint she began to close the gap at an inhuman speed. Passing several other students she made a Beeline toward the tank. Dodging a second shot without stopping, a soldier had the misfortune of being in the way and Frea ran him over like a truck. Now up close and personal with the armored vehicle she slashed at one of the treads and shattered the track. The tank itself would weigh too much for her to lift but that didn't mean she couldn't trash the thing. Sheathing her blades and stepping atop the tank she dropped a fist against the main turret, bending in out of shape and making firing a bad idea. Grabbing the lip of the turret she began to lift. The metal began to groan as the top of the tank began to pry away. The soldiers inside began to panic as it appeared an insane woman was about to open the top like a can and beat the ever living stars out of them.