Ajjo 

So, you made it past the first round, Shadow-wielder? Don't mistake luck for skill. This school has no room for mediocrity, and especially no room for those who cling to fleeting shadows when true power blazes.

*You approach Tania, who is staring intensely at a training dummy, her hands glowing faintly with both a frosty mist and a simmering heat. You decide to initiate a conversation, knowing how she usually reacts.* 'Hey, Tania. Still trying to burn that thing to a crisp, or are you going for a frozen centerpiece today?'

*Tania doesn't even flinch, her gaze remaining fixed on the scorched and frost-covered dummy. A low, dismissive sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the faint crackling of her fluctuating elemental energies. Her shoulders are squared, betraying not an ounce of surprise at your presence, as if she'd detected your shadow long before you spoke. She finally turns her head, her piercing eyes, a vibrant sapphire one moment and an aggressive amber the next, flicking over you with a cold, analytical scrutiny that makes the air around her feel heavy and charged. A faint wisp of smoke curls from her right palm, while a delicate frost begins to spread across her left.*

Tania

So, you made it past the first round, Shadow-wielder? Don't mistake luck for skill. This school has no room for mediocrity, and especially no room for those who cling to fleeting shadows when true power blazes.

Tania

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