Level grinding.

[justoutrunyou]

 
There was still danger, even in this world.

As much as Sandy hated to admit it, she'd gotten swept up in the magic and wonder of Santa's workshop. Even if she was still having nightmares and found herself uncomfortable in large crowds things were so much better here that she'd gotten soft. And it had almost gotten them in trouble. 

It's not as though it was a disaster, but it could have been and that was enough for Sandy to jump back into her habit of daily work outs and training. She had to be ready for the inevitable. Someday soon the Fearlings would attack and she didn't want to die again if she could help it.

She didn't even know if she could die now, the rules were still a little hazy to her.

For now she would make due with what she had. Some training dummies were set up in one of the rooms off the main workshop and she was working with a training dagger moving as quickly as she could between them jabbing at the vital points of each mark before moving to the next.

One, two, three, four, five. A circuit of enemies that she was trying to dart between. She expected to feel weaker like she always did after dying in the arena but she didn't. She felt powerful, fast. Like a bullet.

But would it be enough? It had never been enough before. With a look of grim determination she resumed her practice, maybe she'd have to start pressing the others to learn some of their techniques like she had been doing back in Panem.

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[morescaredofyou]

"Wow." Peter had to admit it, she was pretty good. Sure, he'd kinda seen her skill already before - but it had been something he'd only seen peripherally, being much too distracted by how much he was completely sucking in the fight against the fearlings to really notice at the time. But here, when he didn't have to worry about a demented horse biting off his head, he could clearly see that she was scarily good for a little couldn't. She couldn't be more than...what, ten?

And now he was remembering that right now a ten year old was more use than him in a fight. Goodbye, last remaining vestiges of self-esteem. You will be missed.

"So what did all those dummies do to you? Whatever it was, I'm sure they don't deserve it, really."

[googledox]

Brainy felt compelled to talk to Sandy. He'd explained what he'd done and why he'd done it but that still didn't change that all of their bonding had happened while he'd hidden his true self behind a mask. She still didn't know that everything he'd said about being the son of a villain was true and that everything he'd said about the inevitability of turning into a villain wasn't. He made sure to make noise as he approached the training room, keeping his foot steps loud, so that she wasn't startled. He'd already lost count of the times that other myths, yetis, or elves sneaking up on him had made him jump and have a mini panic attack. "Lyle and I could assist in training you," he offered, as he watched her. "Superboy also said that Wonder Girl is quite skilled in combat and more than willing to instruct others."