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As Tsura watched the test of Kyle she grew a little nervous unsure of how things worked and what they expected of her. 

Fighting was dangerous and even in practice was still a facet of war which was a Primal state. Her mother's lessons had stressed that in all forms of competition it was the one who gave in to their more savage selves who usually came out on top.

She didn't fear getting hurt but hurting someone with no real reason to do so other than win a contest or the frustration of a draw by just going intangible.

"Well I suppose I can always lose" she said softly to herself.

It was her only choice till she learned better control lucky for her she wasn' t afraid of losing. She rarely even made a good strike on her mom when they practiced martial arts and ended every session on her rear signaling defeat.