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She swung her sword at the training dummy, slicing the arm clean off it with a single powerful blow. Zebet was blowing off steam in the best way she knew how; putting her heavy sword to use.

"These sunwalker trainees are going to get a stern lecture about tardiness." She thought to herself. It was well past time to report back for training. Maybe she’d take it out if their next leave. That would teach them a thing or two.

She noticed a small crowd of tauren and elves trying their best to sneak past her while her back was to the entrance to the garrison. She let out a loud battle cry and took the head off the training dummy, sending it sailing toward the trainees.

"Eight. O’clock. Sharp!" Zebet jabbed her sin’dorei greatsword in their direction and admonished them loudly. "Can anyone tell me what time it is now?"

"S-sorry miss Stormhoof. We lost track of time and-"

Zebet stomped her hoof loudly, interrupting the trainee with a thunderous boom. “Excuses! I want you all doing wind sprints, double time! Lift those knees worms!”

The gaggle of trainees let out an audible groan as they started running.