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It took a little while and a bit of explaining to New Horizon staff what they were doing and why Eliott needed her bracers removed. As a safety measure (if you could call it that), two highly trained Horizon operatives were stationed at the main exit, who also had the bracelet to put back on her immediately after training. Some would assume with Phoenix Dawn himself in the room that nobody would dare do something stupid, yet Horizon was always erring on the side of caution.
With her restraints free, Eliott stretched and rolled her wrists eagerly. [color=red]"Oh [i]yes[/i]! This should be fun."[/color] Her eyes gave off the impression of some sort of sadist, their wildness possibly mistaken for evil. However, Yatzil in particularly would probably find the wild excitement familiar, as it was similar to her own wild look she gave when entering a fight. 

She had to make sure it worked, however, so she moved over to where some of the training equipment for weight lifting was and began toying with the pressure waves. The rattle that the weights equipment adopted was certainly unnatural, almost as though it had become possessed. The more she held onto the weights, the more they rattled. She didn't want to get in trouble, however, so she muted her surroundings, absorbing the vibrations to use as kinetic energy. As she released them, the force created a brief gust of wind which may push someone inattentive off-balance, though wouldn't be hard to right, either. She clenched her fist and grinned. 

[color=red]"Alrighty then. I'm ready."[/color]
Her focus returned to Dawn and the bots. He had asked her what difficulty level she would like. If she weren't able to use her powers, likely no more than a four, but since she had gotten permission...
[color=red]"[i]How about[/i]... eight?"[/color]
She'd never gone up against these bots. They had some similar types of automation back at the academy, but they didn't look nearly as state-of-the-art as these ones did. If ten was the highest level, then eight seemed like a good middle-ground between borderline sadism and being too comfortable. Assuming the power scale worked somewhat like how she thought it worked. 
Eliott made sure to stretch before the fight began. Since this was a training exercise, she probably couldn't go all-out. She assumed the walls of the gym were reinforced in case of... [i]hero accidents[/i], but even they likely couldn't hold out to prolonged vibration.

It wasn't long before she felt she was ready. She got into a battle stance, arms raised and hopping excitedly. [s]And for the pervs out there, yes, they were jiggling.[/s]
[color=red]"Dawn, switch'er on. Lets do this!"[/color]

[@ShwiggityShwah]