Friendship by superior fistfighting

Chapter one : Somewhat of a beginning

Beacon Academy, nine AM, a few days after initiation. A student enters the training room. Relatively tall, with wavy dark red hair, the girl wears clothes that are more commonly associated with bikers. And vandals. And vandal bikers. While she would describe herself as 'dull', the spark of intelligence in her eyes and her peaceful, gentle smile say otherwise. And to one with good eyes, the way she moves indicates a fighter. That itself is not exactly surprising in a fighting academy. However, her attitude lacks the innocence of unexperienced fighters, those who practiced their theory and were proud of merely having sparred repeatedly. The newcomer flinches as she notices a simple fact : the room is not empty.

Two other girls were already in the room,sparring. One could be considered the textbook definition of the amazon : tall, buxomous, muscular, tall, fierce, beautiful hair; proud...Was it mentioned she was tall? Right now, she was wearing light clothes, nontheless tainted with sweat. her long blond hair, bound in a ponytail