Yava and Lunete
Mirala nodded in assent. "Not a bomb to be found." she said, "If we agree to let you off the hook," she looked up at the hook the ropes holding Yava were hung from, "will you give your word you'll see this through with us? It seems we have similar goals, but this is going to get dangerous. I don't want to rely on someone who might skip out on me."
Mirka and Estela
Ginevra's reflexes caught Estela off-guard. Somehow, she managed to close the opening that was clearly there by twisting her body sideways and spinning around the incoming foot. This instead left Estela wide open. To her own ally's attack. Mirka's high-speed knee smashed into Estela's chest and sent her sprawling to the ground. She definitely heard a rib crack in the process too. The whole sequence should have been impossible, unless Ginevra's weapon was granting her superhuman reflexes.
Of course, from Ginevra's perspective it was second nature. She saw the foot following the feint and felt a tingle on her neck as the wind moved behind her and she reacted. Her body was itself a weapon, just as Lily's was. Dodging an unexpected attack was no different from walking, and no amount of inexperience could prevent her from moving forward. She couldn't just walk, she had to run. She had to run and become worthy of Lily's faith in her.
Ginevra's fists met the ground in the same instant, unleashing a wild pulse of electricity that coursed across the mud towards the fallen Estela.
Aura
"Very good." Colonel Arc said, "With that out of the way, today begins the most strenuous part of your training." Her faint smile from before momentarily became a knowing smirk. "I'm sure you'll all find that hard to believe, as all of you have already endured basic. But I promise you, the task ahead is far more difficult." She began writing on the whiteboard with a blue marker. "The four of you have been chosen for two reasons:" she backed away from the whiteboard to reveal the words "Power" and "Compatibility".
"Power, your unique strengths as people and as meisters." She underlined Power twice, "337-P in particular was chosen for a high aptitude in this regard."
Alina looked at Daisy and giggled a little.
"And Compatibility, your projected ability to work together as a team." Colonel Arc most definitely shoots a glance at Mocha as she says this. "Which, to be blunt, largely focused on compatible weapons in your case." She smirked again. "Your personalities suck, girls."
Arc pulled out a pack of worksheets and handed them out to each girl. "Today, the four of you will be learning that the hard way. Time to get to know each other."
The worksheets contained instructions for a handful of games. 20 questions, never have I ever, truth or dare, two truths and a lie. The sort of games you'd see at a 14-year-old's party, described in the same manner as a strategic military briefing. The juxtaposition was hard to ignore, and Alina was definitely stifling an obnoxious cackle. The girls were each instructed to play all of these games in a group, with each being expected to be played at least twice per girl.
"I'm not doing this." Mocha announced.
"Actually, Lieutenant, you are." Arc replied firmly, "Or you're spending the night on the roof."
The two glared at one another for a solid minute, neither refusing to back down. The tension was thick enough you would need a steak knife to cut it.
"Fine!" Mocha capitulated angrily, "I'll play your stupid games. But don't expect me to act friendly with these losers."