Fleta stood in a boxing stance as she glared at the training dummy in front of her. It was made out of resources found in deep mines and in monsters, demonized(s), and demons; the mana embedded dummy was harder to be damaged even by a [B+] ranked hunter.
So an, approximated, [D] ranked hunter such as Fleta, wouldn't be able to damage it, not so easily.
WHOOSH!
She punched up at the training dummy's head, which was slightly taller than her, with her right hand and struck out a follow up attack almost instantly, punching at the centre of the dummy's chest.
THUNG!
After that, she continued to punch at the dummy without halting, making the dummy produce dull metallic silvery thungs, as if they were hit by something strong and blunt.
Seconds later, a frustrating feeling of her prey not moving welled up within her, and with a sharp and strong punch, she stopped punching at the dummy anymore because she felt like it was a waste of time.
