Mira relaxed again as Lyssa allowed the topic to change. She waved over a waitress and placed her order. A root beer with burger covered in all the meat she could find. She let her teammate place her order as well before she pulled a notebook out of her pocket.  She placed it on the table and began to flip through. As the pages turned, quick glimpses of complex blueprints and plans were visible. Eventually she stopped on a page and showed her plans to Lyssa. "So. I have plans. Plans you aren't going to like."

She took a moment to let Lyssa read over it before continuing.  "In our team we will have two sets of partners we will perform our daily training with. One Melee fighter. And one ranged. Unfortunately. Mithra and I already know eachother to a T. So I had to pair her with Noir. And you can see where this is going can't you?" She took a moment to crack her neck, wanting to at least be comfortable if Lyssa blew up at her. "Doesn't give me any pleasure to say that not only will we be on a team together. We are going to be partners. In both training and in combat."

Mithra suddenly felt her face flush red as everyone turned to look at her. This is exactly what she wanted not to happen. People were already scared of her because of her impressive height. She didn't want them to think she was a destructive monster as well. She felt her hands clench without her prompting. Her heart raced faster and faster as she waited for someone to say something.

Luckily for her, she was saved by another student going over to retrieve her sword for her. She honestly felt a bit bad as she saw him struggle for it. Even if he was doing a better job than most would, he still looked a little pathetic. However she wasn't going to disregard a kind gesture. With a warm smile she walked over to the young man and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you very much. Though I can handle it from here." With near no effort she took the blade from his grip and hefted it over her shoulder. She shook a bit of debris off her blade. "Sorry. That was rude. I'm Mithra by the way!" She grinned down at the boy and held out her hand. "Thanks for bringing me my blade."

What would Lyssa's reaction be if a human murder Isabelle for racist reasons?

This was such a stupid idea. Why would she ever come to a place like this. All she could do was swing a sword. But Mira had insisted. The giant faunus sighed and unslung her massive blade from her back. She had already done the preliminary checks on her blade. The vents were clear. The dust was filled. And it was polished to a mirror sheen. And yet she still felt uncomfortable about this whole situation. She was just as deadly without her sword. But without it she just felt....naked. It was just as much a part of her as the clothing she wore. But as Mira said. She could kill pretty much anything with enough practice. Such a massive piece of metal would be a burden for most, but it felt natural in her hand. "Alright....Let's give this a shot"

Mithra put her left leg forward, the right leaning into a powerful lunging stance. Her semblance flared to life as both of her right arms gripped the hilt of her blade. She quietly scanned the moving targets in front of her, waiting for the right moment to strike as many as possible. She became completely unaware of the other students firing around her as he eyes narrowed. Without warning she sprung forward, activating every jet on her blade at once. The massive blade belched fire as her massive arms flung it with all the strength she could muster. She always wanted to name her attacks. And this seemed like the perfect time. As the massive weapon rocketed away from her hand, she cried out. "Burn with the flames of my eternal spirit! Rage of the Giantess!!"

Her massive greatsword flew at such a speed even she had trouble keeping up with its movements. It tore through every target it touched. The roaring flames burning anything that wasn't immediately shredded. Her joy was short lived as the blade kept going, all the way through the target range. And further beyond. She winced as she heard the wall at the end shatter. "Oh no..."

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While Zwei was wondering why he was there, Mithra was having her own inner dilemma. Mainly why the everloving hell did she think she could be a teacher? She barely managed to pass her classes to begin with. Was teaching fighting the same as teaching lessons? She was really good at hitting things. Thought maybe that was all she was really good at. No! She needed to clear her head. Zwei was counting on her to teach him how to fight. She was fine with disappointing herself, but she refused to let anyone else fail because of her. With her newfound determination she quickly put a plan together for his training.

               "Alright. While standard fitness is very important, I can just give tasks for him to do on his own free time. What we really need to go over is technique." As she spoke aloud to herself, she twirled a pen in her massive hands. "He seems to be a speed type, so we should focus on counters more than anything. Along with standard weapon form." With a wide grin spreading across her face, the blonde giantess quickly wrote out a training regimen. She could feel every gear click, every idea was flowing. She could do this! "Don't worry Zwei. Ill make sure to give you everything I've got!"

                 It took the loud ringing of the alarm she had set to finally rouse Mithra from her excited scribblings. "Im gonna be late!" What she neglected to remember is she has set her alarm early for this exact reason. She quickly threw on a tight fitting tube top that she used for workouts. Her muscled abdomen and arms were left free to the air as she grabbed her gym bag and ran down to the gym.
The familiar scent of sweat and metal greeted her as she slowly walked into her favorite room of the campus. With a  smile she ran her fingers along the white walls as she made a mental note of the machines they were. She returned a few waves from her other regulars.The cold heavy metal sent a familiar chill up her arm as she loaded up her barbell. She set 400 pounds and let it rest as she lowered herself onto the bench. She was cutting into her gym time to train Zwei so why not get in what she can? Her long fingers wrapped around the metal bar, and with a grunt of effort she lifted the weight into the air. Her biceps bulged slightly as her strength was put into full use. She started off slowly, rhythmically pumping the bar in a standard bench press. The strain on her muscles was welcome, it was a constant reminder of how far she had come from a sickly child laying in bed all day. With another grunt she began to increase her pace, working her arms harder to make up for the short amount of time she had. A familiar mask in the crowd cut off her thoughts. A loud sigh heralded the return of the barbell to it's resting place as the large woman got to her feet. Mithra stretched her arms overhead for a moment before waving at her new friend and pupil. "Zwei! Come on over! WE got a lot to do today!"