time for a training montage..
For weeks, nay, months now, Iona had been listless, rarely leaving her room let alone the Defenders compound. Despite reassurances that what happened on Asgard had not been her responsibility, guilt weighed her down almost unbearably - but finally, the shame over hiding like a frightened child and shirking her duties to her friends, Midgard and Asgard finally grew greater than her shame over her part in the events back home and she emerged.

Never again would she be so easily overpowered...and the simplest and most effective way to make sure that didn't happened was to pour her energy into growing strong, fast, as able to defend herself and those she gladly served under as she was able to spin a tale. Honing such skills had never been a necessity for her, never a passion. That would have to change.

Entering the training facilities with a determined stride, she moved over to the wall of weapons to be used to practice with, determination setting her mouth in a hard line.