"I agree entirely," said Lios, reapplying paint into the drained force-field in a sleek replication of a samurai cleaning her blade before sheathing it. She had chosen a radiant red this time. "She is a demon. Have you heard of the concept of the Reality Marble? I believe she has such a hell living inside of her, more real than reality."

She went through the ritual of returning the paint to her armour and resetting her stance. She pays particular attention to the precise arrangement of her wingblades. Something about them is not quite right - she does not use them for flight, they are too fragile to use as weapons, but whenever she has a moment of downtime she works on adjusting their position into an exact configuration with intense concentration. There is some secret to her device, more than just creating a vortex of air.

"I will ask a direct question in exchange. You say you do not know why she thinks you are the future. Speculate.  What is her vision for you in the arena?" The further you drew back from her the more her attention focused - and you were sure that she considered hearing answer to this question to be more important than winning this training match.