#tripofdeath

After having finally navigated that horrendous excuse for a map, Weiss arrived at her intended destination- the martial arts dojo. Though it was quite the delicate and peaceful scene with fluttering cherry blossoms (which she still does not fully understand prospering indoors), the heiress planned to disturb the scene in order to justify her entrapment.

This was meant to be a place of steadying the body and soul, and she was a stark contrast. In comparison to the tranquility, her form of training was an erratic ball of energy that couldn't be tamed. Or, better yet, a ball of Dust.

Speaking of, here she was with Myrtenaster, honing her agility and her timing her ability to swap the different chambers of Dust. Of course, that was the proper method to effectively combo without even giving your opponent a fighting chance. Though perhaps looking quite strange, Weiss slashed mercilessly at the innocent air, rapidly switching between her rapier's chambers. Each crank brought forth a different effect, be it increased abilities or powers all their own.

Though, she was being rather noisy, and was likely to attract undesired outside attention. Weiss managed to notice in between transitions that there was some unidentifiable person intruding. Well, wasn't this becoming a common occurrence. At least they weren't being rude and barging in.