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Anja was ripping and tearing through her own collection of training dummies. Her training was somewhat more simpler - figuring out the most effective ways to dismantle her enemies. And she had a bunch of tools which she could use to do so.

Prometheus had powers that weren’t super diverse or flashy, but were generally practical - super strength, agility and durability, she could manipulate the symbiotic flesh in a variety of ways, and Prometheus figured he probably could figure out how to trigger some sort of camouflage, and potentially even allow Anja to shapeshift, though Anja was wondering how the hell that was supposed to work.

Either way, though, she didn’t complain, and she found the best thing she could do right now was apply her martial arts training. When you can turn your fists and legs into blades and spikes, punching suddenly became significantly more deadly.

“So what was that all about? You freezing up back there,” Prometheus asked, prodding her mentally. It was a strange sensation. “I can’t read your thoughts, but I can read your emotions. You were scared.”

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” Anja replied, with another punch ripping through instant matter like a hot knife through butter. That was all she wanted to say on the matter.

“Maybe not right now, but… It might become a problem later, just saying,” Prometheus suggested, Anja feeling his concern through their bond. “If we’re gonna be working together like this, you can’t just keep me in the dark about stuff like that.”

“Fine, but later,” Anja replied. Truth be told, the blood had only momentarily bothered her, but after the bloodless carnage back at campus, it had been quite the whiplash, even if it wasn’t real. “I wanna be in a better headspace when I do.”

“Fair enough. Guess you’ve got some trauma behind those pretty looks,” Prometheus commented. “But I guess I don’t need to tell you that you won’t get over it if you just run from it.”

“Already heard that from my therapist, I know all too well,” Anja said dryly, ripping through two more dummies with a kick. “Again, later. Not now.”

Prometheus didn’t respond to that, saying silent for quite a while.

Anja felt the nearby surge of energy, and turned to see what that was about. Estella was… Oh. Yeah, fair enough, of course she’d try something like that. Prometheus whistled in her head. “Man, magic is no joke.”

“Should’ve figured she’d do something silly like that. Eh, not gonna blame her, Nat and I would do the same thing if either of us were in her shoes,” Anja remarked, as she went back to hacking and slashing. “Shame all three of us didn’t get a magic sword, a symbiote and cybernetics.”

“You’ve got plenty of magical potential yourself, babe. Maybe you can harness that in your own way? I dunno, channelling mana into energy blasts or shit like that,” Prometheus proposed with an inquisitive humming.

“That’s not a bad idea, but how do we even start going about that?” Anja replied, pondering how it could be potentially done. “I’m a biology student, but I don’t know jack about how the human body processes ‘mana’.”

“Neither do I!” Prometheus laughed, “so I guess I’m kinda useless there. I dunno, most of the stuff I do is pretty much instinctual. If you’ve got any ideas, I might be able to help, but besides that…”

“Maybe we could ask the aliens about that. But I think what we’ve got now should work for the moment. Not like the enemy soldiers are much of a challenge, it’s the head honcho who is the real problem,” Anja replied with another punch that smashed through a dummy’s head. “But we do need to improve quickly if we want to bust through that shield more easily. He’s not gonna be unprepared for us next time.”

Both were silent for a few minutes, until they were interuppted by Estella walking over and speaking up, “it’s getting late and I think it’s your turn to make dinner tonight, Anja. You wanna call it quits for today? I can take over cooking if you-”

“Nah, you’re right,” Anja sighed, her suit retreating into her body as she turned to Estella. “I’ll go and start cooking. I guess our two guests aren’t gonna join us?”

“Actually, Gartho said he’d like to, and Tharen probably will, so make a meal for five this time,” Estella chuckled.

Anja simply gave a thumbs up, before she started walking away. She stopped when Estella spoke up. “Sis, if you need to talk about anything-”

“Thanks for the concern, Es, but I’m fine,” Anja replied, as she kept walking. “Don’t worry about me.”