Anxeam was a woman who hated conflict; weak and unexperienced because of this. Though she held an air of calmness, she was almost dreading the training she had been asked to do today. Almost because she was without a heart and could, therefore, not feel any real emotions. Why was she even attending if she hated it so much? Because Raxen had asked her to.

Raxen was the superior so she could not disobey him. Besides, he was fast becoming a friend of hers, despite their large gap in rank.

So today, against her will, she arrived at the training room with blank eyes. Though she hid it from her face, her aprehension was clear as she clenched her fists until they were white.

Raxen was there; looking over with understanding eyes. This mistress was nervous, a rather odd sight. Usually she was so calm and unfazed by everything around her. Still, today, she would demonstrate what she had been practicing all week. Her attacks.

"I'll be watching from up there." A gesturing motion was made with his free hand. Like always, a coffee mug was firmly gripped in the other. "Be sure to let me know if you need me to stop the simulation."

A nod was all he was given before he went up to the room mentioned before. Anxeam didn't want to speak; for fear that her voice would shake if she did.

Soon a sound between a swish and a ring graced her covered ears. Surely some wondered how she could hear with the headphones hiding her ears but that was a topic for another day, She had not the time to dwell of such matters.

There were fifteen of them. One large body. Four floating spell casters, one of each color. Five shadow heartless. Three soldiers. And Two aeroplanes.

This was the most she had faced yet but she couldn't back out. She had the superior watching and she was locked in until the battle was over. If she faulted now, she had failed him.

The shadows and soldiers were all to quick to attack her, claw-like hands lashing away at her. Her baton came to her and she managed to block most. The scratches she recieved did little to slow her movements as she kicked and jabbed at the heartless in front of her with her baton. The attacks were extremely quick but did little damage. She had no power.

Managing to get away from the group of eight, she readied her magic attacks. Momentarily, she forgot about the other heartless that had been biding their time for an attack. The sharp propellor blades of the aeroplanes tore at her cloak and the flesh it hid. They had attacked from the sides. Next came the damaging belly bump from the large body.

Anxeam flew across the room with a look of incredible pain. For simulations, this sure did hurt.

Spitting out blood, she could feel the magic in the air of the spell casters. What luck she had today. However, she had just enough time to block from what seemed like a helpless position on the ground.

Almost literally, she jumped to her feet. A survival instinct kicked in and she was soon conjuring up her magic quicker than ever before. A glowwing baton was struck at that instant.

The small ringing that was have been made amplified to the point the soundwaves could be seen by the naked eye. These were as good as blades as they made contact with her enemies. If they did not make contact, they bounced off the walls until they did. Obviously, though, they lost power as this happened.

Raxen had covered his ears, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to him. To the redhead, it was nonexistant. Her headphones were linked to her powers so she could control what she heard through them. A previous question answered.

Another glow graced her form but it was not her baton; it was the exclamtion point on her choker.

Breathing in, she readied herself and concentrated her magic. Raxen feared for his hearing as she let out the highest pitched scream she could muster. Again it was amplified but this was different. The soundwaves were three times as thick as the others and twice as large. On top of that, they didn't seem to loose any power as they bounced off the walls.

Needless to say, the weakest of the group went poof and she was left with only six. The large body seemed enraged at this sudden onslaught and rampaged forward. She blocked with her baton but it was pushing her back. Before long, though, he figured out how to use his arms and she was slapped to the side.

Even when faced with such usually easy heartless, she was quickly being beaten to the point of blacking out. The fact that Raxen was still watching crossed her mind again and she let her eyes go dark.

The heartless gathered around the woman before attacking. They were met with a barrier of soundwaves that lingered as the woman slowly tried to steady herself. She couldn't loose, not now and not at this low of level.

With much of her magic drained by the barrier, she was forced to use physical attacks for the remainder of the battle. At the end of it, she stabbed the large body in the back with her baton, her body battered and bruised all over.

When the body disappeared from beneath her, she did little to stop herself from landing flat on her back. Her green eyes had glazed over with pain and there wasn't a part of her that didn't ache at this point. Even her hair hurt because it had been pulled at one point, though not on purpose. She was lucky she didn't have half of it chopped off, to be honest.

The sound of footsteps was ignored as she tried to lessen the pain she felt by blocking it out. Wasn't working to well, just so you know. Raxen soon towered over her tattered form, looking a bit disappointed. "Better but you still have a way to go, Anxeam."

"Yes, sir." Came a soft reply before she let herself pass out.