Akira

Akira was currently in the gymnasium, standing still as stone as 5 training drones flew around him, they were disc-like in shape and had small stinger-lasers that didn't hurt, but still hurt like hell. Suddenly, one of them flew in low, aiming a barrage of shots at Akira's back, only for a tendril of blood to spring out one of the specialized holes in his uniform that let him uses his ability without ruining his clothes. It spread out like a shield, blocking the shots, before Akira turned around at insane speeds, red markings covering his body, as he performed at spinning round kick that sent it hurtling into another one, causing both to fall to the ground rather damaged, the one he kicked having a large dent in it.
 
The other drones moved in, and Akira was quick to oblige them, sending out two spears of acidic blood at the side ones, forming a blade with an acid edge to grip as he charged the fifth and final one, taking them all out simultaneously. He de-acidified the blood and re-absorbed it, walking back to the queue station to summon more bots. Some cleaner drone came out to clean up the mess he made of the training drones, causing him to chuckle a little. He put in the order, this time he wanted 6, in challenge mode, his blade at the and the marks reap:earing on hos skin. As soon as the alarm beeped, he was in action with a blitz of speed that caught the first drone easy enough, but the rested quickly scattered, firing more stings at him. He had to deftly manuever around them or else get zapped, though that was easier said than done. 

He could dodge fine but the drones could dodge faster than him, so trying to hit them took time and planning, which wasn't good for a micro like himself. He lept back into the frey, aptly taking a drone out qith a curved tendril, than launching it at another one. He them resumed his battle with renew vigor, wishing he had a real partner to practice with.