[center][b]Mimic[/b][/center] “Oohhh, Sue? Well, this ought to be interesting. I don’t know if you were here when the “incident” (he extended this word longer than usual) happened, but I hope you’re ready! Everyone, let’s move to Sue’s very own training grounds!” [center][b]Sue[/b][/center] Sue felt embarrassed that Mimic had to praise her and her incident once again. She felt even more so with the advertisement of her training grounds. It wasn’t secret to begin with, but the fact that a student had to have her own football arena to train in, with shields strong enough to hold against an Atom Bomb attracted more attention to Sue than necessary, and it was not all good and appreciative. Mimic exited the room, and soon Sue and Estella followed. Sue turned back once to look into Anthony’s gaze, to find and feel the sense of comfort and safety that she’d always felt with him. She was scared because even if she’d never personally seen enough of Estella, she knew she was strong and talented. Sue was going to have a tough time with her. The walk to the training grounds led them out further away from the main campus; its location was opposite Sue’s old living quarters, a reminiscent thing, really. The doors were swung open by Mimic, who flew in. Sue followed, knowing Estella was right behind them. They walked through a vomitorium which opened to the large football arena as described. Sue was used to this, but she knew that none of her classmates have ever been here. She wanted to turn around to see their reactions, but she was too nervous, to say the least. Mimic yelled, from the middle of the many rows of seats: “Alright, ladies! The seats are also shielded with a force field, so nothing will hurt us. You may feel free go all out, but do try not to kill each other - especially, you, [i]Sue[/i].” Sue rolled her eyes. Mimic didn’t die from the incident, and he did get hurt, but after nearly a half-year, one would have thought of forgiveness already. Sue breathed in and out; she now in the middle of the field, where the symbol of the Academy was large, and indicative lines for the positions was in a contrasting white against the green. Sue patiently waited for Estella to get ready. Her fingers were mindlessly twiddling with the controls of her headphones, ready to adjust and control her music.