Libra sat in her cot, reviewing the known information on the Resistance leader. The woman had the build of an acrobat, being petite, but with obviously strong muscle. She also appeared to have some formal training in the art of marksmanship and swordplay.
Libra didn't know what to make of it. All they could tell was that this Scorpio figure had the look of a gymnast and the training of a spec ops soldier. Other than that, nothing. No face to attach to the figure, no backstory, no psychological guide, nothing.
Rubbing her head, Libra wandered into the lab, waving to Aquarius as she headed to the personal training room she had adjacent the lab. Activating the stage 4 difficulty, Libra drew her knives, and crouched in a ready stance.
Whirring columns with blades sticking out appeared front the floor. They moved in random patterns around the floor, a seemingly impossible maze of blades. But Libra leaped into action without another thought. Diving between two columns, she brought her blades up the block a sideways slash, and used the momentum to spin and doge another oncoming column. She weaves through the carnage, her knives flashing, parrying, blocking, her body twisting, twirling, and contorting as she seemingly danced her way through the mass of spinning death.
Reaching the other side of the training room floor, she quickly threw one knife to peg the button that ended the session.
Panting, sweaty, yet without a single scratch, Libra felt much let frustrated and distracted than she had before. Physical activity was an escape for her, due to the constant mental strain of researching a cure.
She barely acknowledged Aquarius as she slumped back onto her cot, and slipped into a deep, blissful sleep.
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Apocalypse Zodiac
ActionEastern Nevada, 7 years after the outbreak. A mysterious man sits upon the throne of the Corporation, a militaristic organization that set itself up as the governing body of the region as the zombies became less abundant. Libra works for this man...
