A Mentor and Her Mentee

The sound of metal clashing reverberated off the walls of a military training ground as two women engaged in a heated struggle.

One was a cute but diligent young fire spirit, with rich chocolate skin and a head full of orange flames for hair.

The other one was a much older and more beautiful vision; with long crimson hair and deep violet eyes that were reminiscent of jeweled amethyst.

Strike after strike continued to land, along with the occasional authoritarian tip. 

"Don't just watch my body, be aware of the entire area!"

"You're too rigid! Loosen up a bit, or this will be over quickly!"

"You're enduring well, but let's push you a little farther! Another hour and a half!"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" 

Monica smiled happily even though her muscles were burning and she was using every bit of spiritual energy she had to keep herself from passing out before the exercise was over.