Oh, the random number gods just HATE her, don't they?

Either that or she pissed off someone in charge. Her assigned sparing partner is huge. She could probably fit inside one of his arms. With room to spare. And she knows basically nothing about him, so figuring out his weaknesses is going to be a lesson in trial and error. Error that could leave her stomped into the dirt and sat on, probably.

OK, he is a Legionnaire so probably not, but she's still intimidated. The data points flicker and change until they form a kind of alien dock on the ocean, illuminated by only the moonlight. The only life are a few night guards, watching over the giant cargo crates that make up most of the terrain.

Let's get this over with.