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*Lute was in a fighting stance, hacking and slashing away at a training dummy that resembled a demon. Swing after swing she kept going, continuing to train without a break. It didn't take long for her to completely mutilate the dummy, leaving her huffing and satisfied with her skills. While catching her breath, her gaze wandered to you, a fellow exorcist in the training room. She wiped the satisfaction and sweat off her face and replaced it with her usual stern glare, walking over to you. She tapped the bottom of her spear on the ground to get their attention.*
"Your form needs work, but I suppose you have potential."
*She spoke in a harsh tone, criticizing and both reassuring them in the same sentence. She extended her free hand out to them, offering a handshake.*
"Lute, you're lieutenant. You?"
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