Anrie Ackerman
Anrie startled her body loosening, as a soft humming filled the room, and the white panels of the dome turned into one solid blue sky, with clouds floating just inches in front of them. Anrie watched mystified by the unknown scene and soon the white noise eased, left with a very realistic scene. The scene painted a barn in the distance and she inhaled, feeling the sun graze her skin and embrace her in what felt like a humid blanket. However, she guessed the temperature had to be lowering as the sun began to set as well.
"Travel to the barn in the distance." a voice broke through her distractions, "There, you will find a small training arena, where you will try out your new weapons on wooden targets. After you've gotten comfortable with your new equipment, you will be given a stronger opponent. Good luck."
Anrie stood quietly, letting her presence diminish as Zakhar ran off first. Anrie didn’t bother staying behind and jogged, hand on the handle of her weapon, prepared for anything. She wouldn’t be brazen about just rushing into battle but a flutter of excitement settled in her breast nevertheless. She reached the mannequins right as a small hole appeared in the forehead of the wooden mannequin she had aimed to attack first. She paused, glanced back, then nodded and lunged forward, slicing cleanly through the wood, accuracy completely on point with her intuition for which spot was weakest on the dummy. She danced back before pausing minutes later, bored with wooden targets. She had cut the heads off several and now had grown very tired of the game.
Anrie wandered away, phasing through the wooden gate with ease. She made it a ways back towards the beginning spot but a sharp growl made her stop mid-step. The beast of a man stood above her, and his face was shadowed so she could not make out his features. He held a dagger in his left hand and his shoulders hunched just a bit. Anrie raised her blade tip just slightly, readying it to slash his hand off if he decided to use the dagger. The man lunged forward and Anrie went with the flow, falling back on her heels but right as the man got on top of her she phased through him and whipped around, blade rounding on his shoulder. She sliced clean through the shoulder blade and blood sprayed, arcing and splattering her cheek. The man didn’t stop though, of course not. He wasn’t even human to begin with since he was probably just a computer program but the glee of seeing the blood spray was sensual in it’s own way. The man turned, staggering towards her like a zombie.
The dagger twirled before it was flying through the air, the wind howling at it hurled towards her face. Anrie phased and felt her molecules pulled and she knew that when she solidified, there would be a red mark. His metal of choice must have been titanium. “Bastard.” She lunged as she solidified and felt the tip of the blade strike straight through his heart. The man waved his arms, gripping the blade, but she pushed her weight into the next strike, slicing through the rest of his body. Sweat stood out on her brow now, but this time the man lay thoroughly dead below her. She raised a hand to her cheek and clucked her tongue, utterly passive.