The tall man stood in the training room with his hands folded behind his back per usual, his cold, calculating eyes surveying the walls carefully. As Flare entered not even a twitch in his body showed he noticed, no shift in weight, not even the flickering of an eye. Vigo waited for the rest of them to come in before speaking. "We are going to have a basic training session of fighting, but with one arm unusable. You all may find this quite easy against each other, but obviously I will be your final target. Your goal is to defeat every one of your opponents." He said coldly, then paired up each girl. Vigo roughly tied one of every girl's arms behind their back except Flare. "You will have a particular challenge since you will be in pain. Not that it matters to you though- you could use a step up. Don't use your broken arm." He instructed, stepping back. "Now fight."

Flare was able to easily defeat the girls using basic tricks, but when she got to Vigo she was obviously trying not to scream. She knew there was no way she could beat him, but she had to try.

Vigo watched coldly as they all fought, and again Flare won. He then tied his own hand behind his back and strode forward. "Begin." He said, immediately darting forward, fainting left and swiping her leg out from under her

Flare's bad wrist hit the ground, pain flashed across her face. She knew she had already lost the fight.

Vigo stepped back, his hands folded behind his back again, knowing he had already won. "You all need to train harder. Your goal is to beat me." He stated.

Flare nodded before turning to a wall with hand grips., which she expertly climbed up. Then she flipped down landing on her feet as always