Nailah's in the Danger Room, scrolling through the list of obstacle courses. She finally seems to settle on one. The room turns into the courtyard of a dojo with all kinds of weapons lining the walls and a whole gauntlet of
martial arts dummies occupying most of the open area, spinning and jabbing out on their own accord. Nailah watches them for a moment, almost looking a bit hesitant but seems to shake it off, grabbing a piece of fabric to tie over her eyes as a blindfold.
Her entire posture seems to change as she steps forward, losing any hesitance as she moves with almost mechanical precision, following the step-by-step instructions of her power as she dodges and weaves her way past the whirling dummies. Ducking out of the way, spinning past another, even grabbing into one of the attacks to let herself be pulled out of the path of another before flipping herself into the air and across a third. She makes it about halfway through when it becomes obvious that she has to keep pushing herself more and more to pull off what her power is asking her to do. There's only so fast she can drop, only so much height she can gain by assisting her jumps with a beat of her wings, only so many strikes she can block before her muscles protest agianst what she's asking them to do and she slips out of a stance from sheer fatigue, right into one of the blows, which sends her tumbling blindly into the next and so on until the program finally decides she's had enough and shuts the dummies down, letting her stumble to the ground.
((open))