She nods along to the song as they leave the room, and sets off across the nome. She greets a shabti in Arabic, and it leads them to the sparring room. She pulls the doors open with a flourish. The room itself is the size of a public school gym, with the same weird padding on the short ends and retractable basketball hoops. The floor is polished to a shine, but there's a sizable soot stain on the far wall. There are magic water fountains in the southwest and northwest corners, a floating flame above every second basketball hoop, a tiny storm cloud above every other. Hieroglyphs keep these fueled. The north wall's padding has hieroglyphs that say RMNS. She points to each and addresses them.
Aster walks across the gym, excited, and pulls out a tub. Inside are twelve small blue shabti. She pulls out three and turns back to the others, a smirk on her face.
Lyn frowns, able to feel dead bones behind one of the walls with padding. "We fight those? But those are little."
Aster shakes her head. "Watch." She sets them out at the center of the gym, and pulls her wand out of the duat. A few red hieroglyphs appear on each of the shabti, and they grow in size to about eight feet tall. They wait for her word.