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Five Thousand Club
Listening to the teacher her mind slowly started turning, though a slight frown crossed her face the more she thought it over, though at first, it was less how to pass but why this was the test. The process was fairly quick though as the moment though her intended course of action had a slight damper put on it by the sandstorm. It wasn't the force of the attack that was the main problem, but more so the sheer sound of the whipping winds and dust obscuring her vision. So new plan, time to start swimming upstream.
Hunkering down she braces her legs against the storm, tensing her muscles as she goes to take a step forward though as the wind attempts to throw her airborne regardless she instead forms her hair into barbed hooks to shoot down into the ground anchoring her for each step while pulling forward. It was a slow and steady pace, the sand burn starting to form across her features and gym clothes quickly becoming ragged as the wind whipped backward and her eyes closed now being useless. A Sandstorm....no this wasn't a sand storm per se as they rolled and flowed, this one was spinning like a spiral from the inside out.....which meant it was not about getting to the other side of it but instead the center. Why was that important? well because to swim upstream and go against the flow, sometimes you went back to go forward.
Releasing a portion of her hooks she lets the wind pick her up to start to spin around the area, her hair stretching out and alternating hooks as she builds up speed circling the area but not allowing her to be pushed backward. The form of the storm was first having the benefit of allowing her to feel the direction even if she couldn't see, she just needed to shoot for the center, and once she built the speed up that's what she did.....pulling with all she had she shot herself like an arrow to pierce through and hit the eye of the storm.
Panting at the exertion she finally opened her eyes to the scene, while the others had run and fought their fellow students she had instead gone straight for the gold. Though it wasn't out of any particular confidence or greed, something else, an idea that appeared to have been forming behind her eyes. Her hair seemed to be a complete mess, loose strands flowing out backward all over the place and floating in the air by the residual wind as if in a dire need of a comb, while on her lips a smile had formed as she looked across the pro hero "YO GOLDEN SNITCH!" she gives a casual wave despite her state though she was having to shout to be heard over the Storm "DOES THIS THING HAVE A QUIET SETTING?! NOT SURE HOW THE HECK YOU'RE GOING TO BE ABLE TO SEE OR HEAR PEOPLE IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THIS..."
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Hunkering down she braces her legs against the storm, tensing her muscles as she goes to take a step forward though as the wind attempts to throw her airborne regardless she instead forms her hair into barbed hooks to shoot down into the ground anchoring her for each step while pulling forward. It was a slow and steady pace, the sand burn starting to form across her features and gym clothes quickly becoming ragged as the wind whipped backward and her eyes closed now being useless. A Sandstorm....no this wasn't a sand storm per se as they rolled and flowed, this one was spinning like a spiral from the inside out.....which meant it was not about getting to the other side of it but instead the center. Why was that important? well because to swim upstream and go against the flow, sometimes you went back to go forward.
Releasing a portion of her hooks she lets the wind pick her up to start to spin around the area, her hair stretching out and alternating hooks as she builds up speed circling the area but not allowing her to be pushed backward. The form of the storm was first having the benefit of allowing her to feel the direction even if she couldn't see, she just needed to shoot for the center, and once she built the speed up that's what she did.....pulling with all she had she shot herself like an arrow to pierce through and hit the eye of the storm.
Panting at the exertion she finally opened her eyes to the scene, while the others had run and fought their fellow students she had instead gone straight for the gold. Though it wasn't out of any particular confidence or greed, something else, an idea that appeared to have been forming behind her eyes. Her hair seemed to be a complete mess, loose strands flowing out backward all over the place and floating in the air by the residual wind as if in a dire need of a comb, while on her lips a smile had formed as she looked across the pro hero "YO GOLDEN SNITCH!" she gives a casual wave despite her state though she was having to shout to be heard over the Storm "DOES THIS THING HAVE A QUIET SETTING?! NOT SURE HOW THE HECK YOU'RE GOING TO BE ABLE TO SEE OR HEAR PEOPLE IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THIS..."
PureDark006