[hr][center][color=khaki][h1]Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith[/h1][/color][/center]
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[color=khaki]"Prrrrrrr-zzzzzzz-prrrrrrr-zzzzzzz-prrrrrrr..."[/color]

Purry snoring rumbled through the schoolyard air. Under a tree, the source of the sound lay curled, a petite brunette. Leaves drifted down and settled on her, which she batted away in her sleep. As she brushed a hand against the side of her face, her eyes blinked open. She let out a sleepy murmur, then sat bolt upright.

[color=khaki]"Aw, crap! The combat practice!"[/color]

After a quick check of the time on her phone, she gave a sigh of relief. She stretched, yawned and stood, ambling towards the building. After all those utterly mind-numbing academic classes, it wouldn't do to be late now that something different was happening. And a true hero was never late.

Once she'd changed, Freya joined up with the others in the vast expanse of empty space, squirming a little as she glanced down at her skin-hugging bodysuit. A little daring for her liking, but oh well, at least the light and stretchy fabric allowed her to move without restriction. She pulled at her hood, making sure to hide the tufts of hair sticking up on one side from her nap, hoping she wouldn't get a lecture about image.

After all, it was skill that would make people here shine today. This was it, finally a chance to put what they'd learned to good use. Would lessons like this live up to descriptions she'd heard? How starry-eyed she'd been as she'd imagined following her sister on the path to success... How naive she'd been. She sighed, watching as buildings rose before the group. This had better be about what it took to be a hero, not about fame and glamour.

Like a cat awaiting the right moment to pounce, Freya crouched, muscles tensing, eyes alert. Mr Hayes raised his arm. Then, BOOM. As a roar of explosions, accompanied by smashing cars and disturbingly realistic screams, signalled the lesson's start, Freya was off into the chaos.

[i]So much for hoping it wouldn't be too gruelling,[/i] Freya thought as she scaled a tree and climbed onto a wall for a better view, her motion remarkably quick for someone who slept so much. Of course, she'd figured hero work wouldn't be as easy as a certain someone made it seem.

Movement in an alleyway caught her attention. She leapt down, careful not to make any noise while scurrying towards the scene of the crisis. One robot slammed another into a wall, LED light eyes flaring as it held a knife to the dummy's throat.

Freya sprang, landing a flying kick on the mechanical villain's shoulder. It dropped the knife and spun round, swinging a fist, which the hero-in-training dodged just in time. Noting its lowered guard and off-balance position, Freya jumped and slammed her boot against its side. Metal crashed against concrete. Before the robot could right itself, the feline girl slipped behind it, plucking the specially made white band from her belt and slapping it against the steel wrists. It constricted like pulled and released elastic to bind the robot's arms.

[color=khaki]"Whew..."[/color] Freya scampered from the alleyway, leaving the restrained villain struggling to no avail. [color=khaki]"One down, a gazillion more to go."[/color]