Sweet Ambitions

The Whispers

Two blondes soared into the sky after one another. Supergirl made a quick turn, just as Anais was coming up, and managed to swing an arm that got across Anais' face. As the blonde Solista swung backwards in the air, different sets of missiles shot into the air after her.

With a roll of her eyes, and a rub of her jaw, Anais put her hands together to create an orb of yellow energy and shot it at the missiles. She landed on the ground afterwards, intending on taking on Supergirl again for a rematch, when she heard gun bullets fire from behind. Her super speed once again slowed Time around her so that she could easily, and rather effortlessly, pick each bullet from the air. When time started up again, she let the bullets on her palm fall to the ground.

Not too far away, she heard Supergirl's distinct wind nearing her, alerting Anais that the Kryptonian was enacting a second round. Anais whirled around in time to swing a leg and throw Supergirl to the side. She super sped towards Supergirl and decided to return the favor with a punch across the face.

"Sorry!" Anais made sure to call out before shooting into the sky again.

"So am I!" Supergirl called after her.

The two women were once again fighting in the air, but perhaps it was because Supergirl had a little more experience in the air, or maybe because Anais didn't have the right suit yet, but Supergirl managed to get an upper hand rather quick. Before Anais knew it, she fell directly on a table and brought down everything on it with her. The little groan the DEO employees heard could have been the sounds of a broken women, but they would never hear it from Anais.

Supergirl gracefully landed on her feet just in front of the broken table and crossed her arms as she waited for Anais. Soon enough, the blonde Solista sat upright with multiple cuts on her arms and face. Said injuries faded away within seconds, making her look new. However, the mock glare she had fixated on Supergirl was not one that anyone wanted to be on the receiving end of.

"Did you have to throw me on the table with—" Anais winced as she pulled a beaker penetrating her back, "—glass?"

Supergirl's scrunched face said it all. Of course that wasn't her intention. They were just practicing, after all. She extended a hand for Anais to take then helped pull the woman up to her feet. Anais cracked her back and sent a look to the monitoring employees.

"Do they have to watch too?"

"Yeah..." Supergirl followed Anais' gaze and sighed. The audience was never an easy part for her either. "Sorry."

"Protocols, I know," Anais hated that word, honestly. All her life it had been embedded as common vocabulary in her home.

"On the bright side, your showing such good progress," Supergirl remarked in hopes of drawing Anais back to the positive side of this hard training. "You're not bulletproof but dodging the bullets and missiles is no hard job for you since you're a speedster-"

"Child's play," Anais waved a hand at it.

"And your speed overall is said to be incredible too," Supergirl stopped by a table where Lucy was overlooking one of the monitors.

"Very for someone who hasn't been out in the field yet," the newest DEO director chimed in with a proud smile. "Though your flying...seems to be in need of improvement."

"I do more speed runs than flying," Anais shrugged bit ultimately groaned at her progress. "I'm good on the ground but a loser in the sky. What a dork."

"Hey, you're going to get this," Supergirl set a hand on her arm for comfort. "I'm still trying to get the hang of my powers."

"But it's easier for you. You're a full Kryptonian," Anais sighed over her biological disadvantages. "I'm half human and half Solista. Some of the abilities my people have...I don't. Maybe it's my human side that doesn't let me fly as well."