Syn stepped into the training room, pulling out her cleavers.
"Well lets get used to this fighting style... New body, new style right?" she muttered to herself.
She closed her eyes, in-canting in a demonic speech.
S̵̛̀̀i҉̷͢͏r̕͡͡͏b̸̨ę̴n̴̡̧͡e̶̕͢͠t́͠ ̨̢͘͡s̷̴̷̵҉u͘͢ì̸̛͡r̵͢͜͞͠ȩ̸͠͠f̵͡ń̕͟͞i̛͝͏ ̸̵a̷̵̡͝i̴͝d̢̕͟͏̧ņ̶e̵̷̕͜͟c͜͞͏͘͟n̷̛͢ì̸̛͘ ̴a̷̢͝͝ţ̶ć̀͢͠á͟͟f̧̧́ ̴̨́͡͡a͘͏̵͠l̀͠͞҉̷u̴̷̴͞ç̸̶͜͝n̶͘͟͠i̸̕v̴̕҉́͟ ̵̵̧̛́ś͏o̕͘͜͝t̵̀͟͡a͏͘͝͞n̶̢ḿ̕͡a̷̵̷͝͝d͟͞ ̷͜o̧i̧͜͠p̸̸͞į̷̡̛ç̴e̴̢͏a͢͠r̡͝ṕ̛͘͟ ͏͘í̛b̸̕͟͠͞į̴̧̢̢t͏͠ ͏̵̀͠m̸͘̕a̡͞r͠҉i͠͠ ҉̡̧̀͞Ŕ̴̡͞҉o̴͘͜͞v͞͠a͘͟͢҉p̵̨̨͏̧ ̸҉̛̀͡t̨̕͝i͡͠r҉҉̵̡͜e̶͘͝͞x̀ą̴̨ŗ̧̧̡͞t͜͞ ̨̀͢͠s̴̛͞ì̸̧n̴͟r͏̢͜͡e͡͠͞f́͏n̷͘͟͝͞í̴͘ ̧́ḿ̧͜i̕҉v҉̶̧͝ ̸̕͟͏̡e͟ţ̴
Fire burst from both of the cleavers, purple and black, blazing like the hell-fire they came from. She stood in a combat form, pausing for a moment, then flying at the dummy in a blaze of strikes, purple fire coming from her eyes. She whirled, spinning a deadly pirouette, a whirlwind of sharp attacks.
[/size]Syn stepped back, the dummy thoroughly mutilated, breathing lightly. Her new form had new strength to it, more power in her arms and legs. She could grow accustomed to this.