The Rebel is born

Training Starts Now!

Skylar's p.o.v

Wave after wave of metal comes crashing down upon me, and I am thrown painfully against the wall. I look up to see Nova staring at me, with a worried expression on his face. Great! Now I am just embarrassing myself. Just need to remain calm, that's not so hard to do right?

Wrong. I'm thrown again and on top of that I get electrocuted. I stand up the fire in my eyes burning brighter, imagine if Rafa was here,what would he say about this? I have decided enough is enough, my hair turns silver and I become the rebel.

Nova's P.o.v

I watch as she gets up, her eye's aren't fiery orange anymore. They are blue, and I'm not talking about sky blue, try more like electric blue. Her hair turns silver. She motions for the drones to attack, as if she was mocking them. The first drone luaches itself at her and she growls. Seconds later, she's standing in a sea of nuts, bolts, screws, and pure scrap metal. She picks up a slightly dented drone head and she throws it at the glass surrounding the training center. She laughs as it falls down to the pile of scrap it came from. Fury's eyes widen when she turns to face him.
Skylar's hair turns back to its normal color, her eyes too.

Skylar's p.o.v

When I look around, all I see is scrap metal. I look at Fury to find his eyes wide open, like bug eye's. I stare down at my hands, my claws fully extended. I look over to find Nova, with his jaw dropped. " What.. Just.. Happened?" I ask cautiously. I sheath my claws, as I trudge through the sea of nuts, bolts, screws, and scrap metal. I walk out, my head down, and my hands in my pockets.

Rebel's p.o.v

I have full control, I will not screw this up.
I'm wrong.
I lose control and I call a full fledged war on the drones. No sooner the claws come out, and I am tearing each robot into shreds. I feel the drones breaking down underneath my grasp and a surge of joy rushes through me. I stop as the last drone falls, and I look around, still fuming. I pick up a gently dented drone head and I send it airborne. I laugh as it crashes against the the window, and begins the long journey down to the pile from which it came.