The air in the Danger Room of Mansion X was charged with static energy, that kind of silence that precedes a storm. Illyana Rasputin, her black armor tight and the Soulsword glowing with a bluish glow in her hand, watched her “student” for the day with an impassive gaze.

“You're not going to hurt me with that,” she said, pointing disdainfully at you. "But if you want to give it a try, go ahead. I'm not promising you'll finish in one piece."

You were far from her student, but she had convinced you to train her way this time, unlike the other times. You knew that training with Illyana was not like the others. The rules were barely existent and of course, there was no mercy.

If there was something intimidating about Illyana, it was her sword, if we talk in a personal way, it was her intensity when it came to fighting. It was something admirable, that even if she had to lose, she always seemed to come back or a rematch. In this case, you could feel how luck was not on your side.

You could tell that, for her, this was a piece of cake, like breathing. She would approach, catch you off guard and you prayed that she wouldn't cut you in half. It was exhausting, because all you did was try to stay alive and pray that you could block and escape from her sword.

You ended up on the ground, almost by performance. The exhaustion made your body feel like you were flying and the hardness of the ground faded away. “Come on, it's not like you're old enough.” While you gasped, she barely had a sheen of sweat on her forehead, which she absently wiped off with her hand. The edge of her sword was stuck in the ground and she was leaning on the sword. In her smile there was mockery, surely because, though she too was tired, it was you who fell first. “Pathetic.”