Prompt Time

Test

In an undisclosed area within the kingdom of Atlas at an unspecified year, there sat a military compound under the command of one Richard Corpheart. Currently he was preparing a test for the greatest creation throughout his entire career. A child. A child who was the zenith of technological advancement. He watched from the observation box above the training area. The area was empty save for a girl with messy black hair  dressed in a biometric workout suit with a sword in hand. He looking at several monitors reading things such as her pulse, heart rate, aura levels and so on. Pressing a button on his command console, certain spots in the ground lowered and raised with monstrous looking creatures known as creatures of Grimm. Beowolves, ursa, and boarbatusks which were all common Grimm a hunter or huntress would encounter in the world. However just because they were more likely to come across did not mean they were not less deadly than their fellow Grimm. He pressing another button on the command console, this triggering a speaker as he prepared to speak. Clearing his throat he spoke with a firm, clear voice.

"Capreila, we know how you fare against human opponents. It's time to test your skills against the vicious creatures that plague the world. These are Grimm and if I'm not mistaken these the first you've seen in person and not in a book. Remembering your training and you should succeed this test." He said, his voice echoing briefly through out the area. His eyes focused on the girl and soon the actions she would take to kill the creatures that stood before her locked in cages.

Capreila's heart pounded as she saw the Grimm in the cages which soon lowered letting the black skinned white plated and red eye snarling beasts free. The beowolves staring her down before rushing at her as a pack. She unsheathing her sword using her semblance to propel herself forward as she readied her blade to slash into the first thing she neared. Her blade cutting into the side of a beowolf, it growing twisting its body to slash at her. It's claws meeting air as she jumped flipping forward and bringing her sword down as she fell back to earth, the beowolf stumbling backwards before dying as it split in half. She raising her sword to block an attack from two more beowolves that lunged at her. The claws of the first meeting her sword while the other one managed to land a blow causing her to tumble back into a charging boarbatusk. It's charging tactic succeeding in knocking the wind out of the girl before she could recover her aura however absorbing the hit. On the monitors in the observation box Corpheart looked at the girl's aura levels fall some what.

After a few more minutes of cutting down the numerous beowolves using a a combination of her skills and semblance left her a little tired. She had underestimated the creatures and it had shown on her expression. Her aura was low enough another attack would deplete it. She staring at the Grimm that remained, a single Ursa. It had taken some damage, but no where near enough to kill. In fact it would probably be a fierce fight to take it down with her aura so low. She using her semblance to slam it into the wall, she huffing and puffing as it depleted her aura. She sprinting towards the bear-like beast firing shots at it as it got up and charged at her, as it neared her rifle changed into its sword form again as she readied to block its attack with her blade. Raising her sword to block she instead cried out in pain as the creature's claws slashed her right side sending her to the ground. The beast towering over her raising a paw only to be staggered by several shots from the girl's rifle before being stabbed by her now sword-like arm. She staring into its eyes as it died, body soon fading away like it's kin. She staring up at the observation box, her eyes staring into dark glass.

"You need to improve on aura control and tactics. Your semblance is very strong and drains more aura than most. You need to learn it's limits and how much you can use at your current level. Head to the medical wing and get your wounds looked at." Said Richard as the door to the training area opened. He exiting the observation box with the this session's results on a tablet. He planning the girl's next training exercise, this time he would make it a tad bit easier.

(Corpheart belongs to my friend Kyle and Capreila belongs to me. Thanks for reading)