In a room within the base, a slim figure was swinging her knives with a master's precision.
Her target was a 5-foot dummy with cuts on where its neck, spine, and heels were.
The door to the training room opened and Ian walked in with his warhammer in hand.
He sat in a corner and watched Ming as she practiced her deadliest moves over and over again until perfection was an understatement.
Her steps faltered, and she cursed herself, coming to a stop.
Ming's eyes flew to the observer, "Good. You're finally here."
Ian stood and gripped his warhammer, "I won't spar with you until you take at least a ten-minute break." He made his decision.
"Kale didn't have time to rest in Dimension Zero!!! Didn't you catch a glimpse of him when they brought him in?! He was lacking an arm!"
Ming Lee yelled and gripped her knives with renewed vigor.
"Whether you choose to attack me is your decision but don't blame me for your wounds." She kicked the floor and charged in.
