Meanwhile...
In the Berserker Guild's towering branch office, the sparring area had become a battlefield of twisted steel and shattered dummies. Anya, the Guildmaster, stood in the center of the chaos, her fists flying with bursts of strength and speed.
She wore a tight black crop top and gym-like pants, both clinging to her frame, showing off the sharp definition of her muscles as she attacked each target.
Sweat gleamed on her skin as her purple hair whipped around her shoulders, her glowing red eyes narrowing with each punch.
"Spade!" she yelled, slamming her bare fist into a dummy with such force that the metallic frame shattered. "I'll make you pay for this!"
Each blow sent a training dummy flying, sparking from the damage, the sensors struggling to register the force of her hits before going instantly offline. System warnings blared through the sparring room.
[System Alert: Damage threshold exceeded. Repair required.]