The sun was high in the sky above the Land of Dragons, shining down on the bamboo grove at the bottom of the mountains. Shone down on the green shoots rising high, which were in turn shading the river near a glowing save point.

The sun would not shine long. If one looked carefully, a full moon was arcing across the sky, possibly to pass the sun in minutes.

Someone was walking beside the river, a young woman. Two burnt-orange shoes, an orange miniskirt with a purple lining. A dark brown jacket zipped up about five-sixths of the way, but still showing a long-sleeve white shirt beneath with a similar purple lining to her skirt. On the back of the jacket was the symbol "Ω" in burnt orange, some hints of purple and white within. A backward "C" arc surrounded it, the entirety of the symbol outlined in blood red. An orange ascot was around her neck. She was in her late teens, with long, very dark gray hair that bordered on black down her back. It was thanks to a big of illusions that she count hide more of her [i]true[/i] appearance, the eyes and bony cranial protrusions. But for now it would do.

Time to find subjects.

Training in the river itself was another woman, she was barefooted; her black boots lay unlaced at the edge of the river beside a brown satchel. Her torn black jeans were rolled up to her knees, and her crimson red long sleeved shirt was rolled up to her elbows. The black and sleeveless hooded jacket she wore was zipped up to her neck, and the crimson red emblem of the Fire Nation was prominant on the back. The girl was a young adult, 17 at most, with shaggy black hair decorated with bright red highlights that extended to her neck. She was sweating, and the soles of her feet were red from standing on a single rock that protruded from the river.

It was a good day of training.

She had been alternating between straight punches (which expelled a burst of flame each time), to roundhouse kicks (which created a crescent flame with each kick) from sunrise to sunset. Each punch and kick was met with a shout, and by the end of the day her throat was parched.

She did not care.