With a crash loud enough to wake the dead, the blonde girl's enormous sword cut a furrow down the center of the grand hall like a chasm, splitting not just the floor but the earth below itself! After landing her awesome multi-flip out of the way, Sinmara rose with a flourish. “That the best you got!?” She cackled, brushing a mote of dust from her shoulders before she slammed the ground with the butt of her spear. The very air seemed to tense in anticipation as streams of flame surrounded her, and with raucous laughter she launched forward. Her blue-eyed adversary swung her titanic blade as if it were a ruler, launching forth crescents of cutting air, but Sinmara danced out of the way of them all. She blasted this way and that, bounding off the great steel beams, before falling on her foe like a blazing meteorite.

The impact of her clenched fist against the other girl's blocking flat rattled the building, and with a grunt the blonde slid backward across the smooth stone tiles. She plowed through chairs, the podium, and finally into the back wall, but never did she lose her feet. Cracks spread across the wall like a spiderweb, yet still she shook it off!

“You're not half bad!” Sinmara shouted, her voice filled with glee. “But how about this!?” She dashed between the brazen statues, melting through them with single strokes from Moloch, sending the pieces flying. A hailstorm of red-hot body parts pelted her foe but she blocked them all. Then, before her eyes, Sinmara appeared, having zoomed in under the cover of her fusillade. Before she could so much as react the horned spearfighter planted her fist straight into that exposed midriff of hers, popping her up into the air. “And it's a hooooooome....” Sinmara reeled back, swirling Moloch in a circle. “RUN!” With a single calamitous impact the girl soared upward, blasting into and through the ceiling, straight up into the vault of heaven until only a distant twinkle between the disturbed clouds marked her presence. Sinmara pumped her fist, posing dramatically. “And that's how ya do it!”

..At least, that's how she would have wanted to do it. A bright light startled Sinmara out of her trance, causing her legs to unlock and the rest of her to fall forward with a resounding plop, right in front of all her soon-to-be classmates and the staff. “Guh!” She writhed on the floor, the wind knocked out of her lungs, then managed to roll onto her back and lay there for a moment, her chest heaving. What...the hell...happened? Looking around, she could see an intact floor, beams unbent and uncut, statues without any missing parts, immaculate tiles and walls...oh. There had been no fight. No blood pumping, no heart racing, no wonderfully aching muscles, no feeling of having lived. Another daydream.

Drat.

Groaning, Sinmara wiped the drool from her cheek and picked herself up. With her sunglasses lying forgotten on the floor she shook her head to clear it, then tried to take stock of the situation. A bunch of people, all female, lined up neatly. Over there was that blonde girl she'd seen leaving that giant sword of hers where Sinmara left Moloch. Just the sight of such a formidable weapon had made her heart beat faster. The demon hoped dearly that her new acquaintance could fight half as well as she imagined, but people seldom ever did. Sinmara glanced around. Although some people were looking at that giant screen, a number seemed to be looking at her thanks to her little fall. [i]Good![/i] “What's up! I'm Sinmara. Want a piece of me?” she asked with zero hesitation, a wide smile on her face. Her eyes blazed with energy as she smacked one fist into her other hand. “Please say yes!”