A Little Practice
The training room at the Defender's compound had been designed to withstand all that the inhabitants could dish out. Today Svalin was inside and pushing the room and the program to its limit. The enemies she faced were just holograms, but force fields gave them the ability to hit and be hit. It also allowed the creation of unlimited enemies at unlimited power levels.

Sweat ran down Svalin's face and soaked her clothes. Her arms felt heavy and Vigfrior seemed to weigh more as time passed. She didn't know how many enemies she had face or how long she had been in the room, but she didn't feel like she was ready to stop just yet.

A troll charged at her and she ducked beneath the swing of his club and jabbed at the back of his kneed with the end of staff-Vigfrior. The troll stumbled and Vigfrior shifted into a war hammer and Svalin brought it down on the back of the troll's head. The troll went down and Svalin spun on a heel and swung the hammer at the troll that had been coming up behind her. It connected with the thing's stomach and it doubled over. Svalin spun the hammer around and brought it up in an upswing connecting with the troll's chin. The thing was lifted off its feet and went sailing through the air.

With the brief pause Svalin glanced over at the control room. Solver's carrier sat on a shelf next to the control panel and he was fast asleep sitting inside of it. Svalin smiled and turned back to a new batch of enemies.