After a month of valkyrie of valkyrie and Febrile, the half elf girl, training hard, Valk finally approached the girl for a spar, just to see how they match up. But, from the very beginning, Valk felt as if the girl, despite having been keeping up in the training, seems...slow...ungodly slow. 'Is it that I am used to fighting beings much faster and heartier than me...or is she just slow?' Valk thinks to herself, deftly dodging,and parrying each punch,strike, and elbow jab thrown at her with an almost bored amount of effort, the girl not even making her hands or arms ache with her strikes. "Come on Fen, this can't be as fast as you can go, don't worry about hurting me and go all out!" Valk tries to rile the girl up, but it seems that despite only blocking, the speed at which she moves and parries is more a blur in the girls vision than any actual motion she can detect, despite her elven blood boosting all of her senses, Valk is just a machine of pure training on full display,pressuring Fenrille despite not even striking at her. "What...are...you?!" Fenrille exclaimed,breathless despite the fact Valk is barely even labored in this first spar. "A weapon" Valk replies, her voice monotone and dead sounding. "You're the same age as me,how can you be so fast!" Fen pulls out of the spar, doubled over to try catching her breath, whilst Valk starts a shadow box, throwing punches and kicks that cut the air, sounding like cloth tearing or sand scrapping, but this speed is even faster than in the spar. All Fen can do is watch as Valk goes into her own martial dance, a flurry of blows, that is all too familiar, causing Valk to fall into a sort of trance, her mind finding itself back on the battlefield of earth, fighting off demons with his bare hands when ammo ran out on the frontline, and the resupply was late on arriving, or the days when his sword had broke under the stress of countless battles, leaving him with his fists and teeth for weapons, sometimes a dagger, but he rarely fell back on it, finding his fist a tad more reliable at times. Time passes without Valk...or should it be micah? Noticed, fighting fervently to survive this nightmare...just one more day...is all he can think about, like a mantra echoing in his skull as he feels the tug and sting of every injury and open bleeding wound, the strain of his shoulder that never got fixed before the war, the shakiness of his knee,exhausted and ready to give at any moment, but he doesn't stop, he can't..it'll be the death of him if he does. In the midst of this endless day, an incessant voice calls a familiar but unfamiliar name...Valk...VALK...at first he ignores it assuming someones friend or lover or something got dragged off into the horde,like countless others, and too busy drowning in his own problems, pays them no heed for now...but it doesn't stop, the voice grows louder until its almost as if someone is screaming in his ear, but when he jerks to see who...its as if he is dragged through a tunnel at high speeds dropping him back in this new world, in a new body, with a new name, this instant change makes him...her? Stumble...'what was that?late onset ptsd? But I haven't even had nightmares of it?' She reels, slightly dazed as she comes back to this world, feeling her body drenched in sweat, and her limbs aching and throbbing from excessive use, an all too familiar feeling for her. As she looks around, she sees a weary fen, and one of the school instructors, an older man who had seen better, and worse days, looks at her as if seeing a wild mountain lion. "You...alright little one?" The old man asks, his movements slow, perhaps to keep from startling her, afterwards, he had just seen her, essentially fighting demons with the flurry of her shadow strikes, the ground all around torn and disturbed as if a fight had broken out, but it was only her, and...apparently her ptsd finally rearing its head. "Yea...yea I'm fine now...sorry, i guess i got a bit carried away, I will make sure not to do it again." Valk answers, giving a slight apologetic bow, something she doesn't do often, but felt it would be simpler to do here than explain the metaphysics and how she had just experienced her first ptsd episode. "Oh...its alright child, no need to apologize, you just seemed real worked up about something, and this one here..." He indicated to fen. "Came and got me, was worried you might've gotten attacked by something...and...by the looks of it something fierce, whatever demons you're fighting, I want no part of" the old man lets out a shaky laugh turning to walk away, seeing as the child seems to be back to normal, after seeing her dance around as nothing more than a blur of color I'm his old eyes, the only time he has witnessed such a thing was the town guards when the beast tide happens from time to time, and she isn't even awakened yet to be so fast and energetic. 'Whatever demons are behind that poor girls eyes, I pray to never see the day where they manifest to make her fight like that.' He thinks to himself, his walk back to the school house much slower than his journey out to there. 'May gaia have mercy on her soul' he lets out a silent thoughtful prayer to one of the main gods of this world, one universally accepted by most species.