We be back with more tale to tell ye! Arrr!

… Don't know why I went pirate there, but okay, whatever. Back with more story for ya'll! Took me a while to figure out how I wanted the conversations in here, because I'm essentially rewriting everything you currently know about Hunter's previous backstory, but I finally got it. Yay!

Also, quick FYI, I am currently editing Transformers Diaries: Kindred Sparks because I rejoined a website I'd previously left and am reuploading my stores to it. KS is the first one I'm doing, so In the near future, I'll probably be updating it on here too. So I guess just keep a look out for that? It'll be mostly the same, but there will be some variations in it that might be interesting and fun to check out. Probably not though. XD

Alice Gone Madd—Damn straight.

EndlessGalaxies97—Thank you. Kinda took a risk with that and wasn't sure how well it would turn out or be received. Still not quite convinced that's my best musical number, but as long as somebody likes it. XD

WolfAssassin369—Riiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggghhhhhhhhht… NOW!

AllSpark Princess—Guess we'll just have to find out. ;)

Oh, also note, this is a day-late birthday present for my little spark-sister, WolfAssassin369. Happy birthday, sis! Love you!

I do not own Transformers or anything in relation. I only own Hunter, the Hybrid race, and any other character that you may not recognize.

Masaru Yokoyama; To Fear & Anger

20

Ω Ad Inferos Ω

(Return to Hell)

Hunter couldn't control the vicious rage. She couldn't control the delirious hate. She couldn't even control herself. The only thing she could control was the axe in her hands as she hacked it down again and again at her grandmother, desperately trying to break through the magical barrier the woman had quickly put up around herself. "YOU WITCH!" she roared. "YOU TWISTED, MANIPULATIVE, SADISTIC, EVIL WITCH! I'LL KILL YOU! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU BITCH!"

"Language, Huntress!" Luna bellowed. Pushing out a hand she shoved the force-field back at Hunter, slamming it into her and causing the girl to fly backwards.

"Whoa-oh!" Hunter flailed through the air for a moment, before igniting flames at her feet once more soaring back at her grandmother. Instead of taking the ax to her again, the teen wrapped both arms around the sorceress and carried her along, slamming her through the wall. She pinned Luna to the back wall of the adjacent room, hatchet across her chest. "My language," the redhead seethed through clenched teeth, "is the very last thing you should be worried about bitch. Thanks to you, I remember everything!"

At this point the Acolytes—Field and Court together—began charging through the hole in the wall, weapons and magic at the ready, determined to defend their mistress. Luna ordered for them to stop. They all froze in place, but remained at the ready to jump into action at any given moment.

Luna turned her attention back fuming granddaughter, completely unfazed by the bared teeth and the enraged fire blazing in the girl's sapphire eyes. "What you remember now," she stated calmly and soothingly, "and how you translate it are two separate things entirely, my child."

"I know what I found out!" Hunter barked, bashing Luna harder back against the wall, deepening the crater and causing large cracks and splits to travel up through the stone towards the ceiling. "I know what you did, and I know why you did it."

Luna shook her head. "No, Huntress," she replied. "You made assumptions, and you made them wrongly. But I can't blame you for that: you were young and you still are."

"Don't talk to me like I'm some love-starved, desperate little girl anymore—I'm not! You can't manipulate me anymore! And I won't let you use me!" Hunter pressed the ax harder against her grandmother, causing her to grimace in pain. "And I'll make sure you can't do the same thing to anyone else ever again. Ahh! Uhh…." Hunter's threat fell pathetic and hollow as she was suddenly blasted with a sleep spell and slowly slid down her grandmother's body to the floor, eyes rolling back in her head and slipping shut. The hatchet fell from her grip and clanked to the stone.

Drawing herself up to full height, Luna brushed herself off and straightened her gown and hair before stepping over her granddaughter's prostrate form. She scowled at the sleeping child. This wasn't going to be half as easy as she'd originally thought. "Excellent work, Steel," the witch praised her eldest grandchild, who was striding towards her along with her husband. "And quick thinking. I didn't want to use my magic against Huntress for fear she'd believe her assumptions of me correct, and thanks to you I didn't have to." She placed her hands on either side of her grandson's face and held his head, gazing into his electric-blue eyes. "Thank you, my precious boy," she murmured appreciatively.

Steel couldn't bring himself to smile back. All he could think of was the fact that he had used his magic on his cousin—something he'd promised himself never to do without her permission—and how ashamed he felt because of it. But he had no reason to… right? This had been a mitigating circumstance after all: Hunter had threatened their grandmother! He couldn't have just sat back and let play out what would have been played out. Could've he? His eyes moved from his grandmother's gaze over to his sleeping cousin and down to his boots. No. This wasn't okay. Not with him and most assuredly not with Hunter when she finally came to her senses again. What had he done? "Of course, Grandmother," he replied, slipping into his automaton voice again. He pulled his head free of her hands.

Luna turned to Ray and linked her arm with his before turning to address the Acolytes. "Please take Ms. James to her room, and be sure the containment spell around it is tripled. I'm afraid I didn't anticipate just how strong she would be now, and I don't wish to take any chances of her managing to break through the field."

"Yes, Mistress," the Acolytes murmured. Several of them came forward towards Hunter and rolled her onto her back before gently picking her up and carrying her between them. They took her out of the room and down the hall.

Luna sighed and smiled up at her husband and grandson. "Well, now," she chirped, as if she hadn't just been pinned to a wall with a hatchet and threatened by the Fuser, "dinner?"

Hunter had decided that she was getting really fed up with all this "being knocked out and waking up in a different location than she previously had been" crap. Honestly this was the third time in the past twenty-four hours that had happened. The next person that tried to knock her unconscious was going to be kicked to Cybertron and back—she promised herself that! "Well," the teen muttered to herself, "at least they gave me my regular clothes back to change into." She snickered. "I wonder how pissed Luna'll be that I shredded the dress."

With a heavy sigh, the sixteen-year-old turned her gaze away from the monotonous scene out her window to look around her room. It was the same room she'd had before. Well, not exactly the same, since this wasn't the mansion she'd lived in before everything had happened, but it was set up and decorated in the exact same way her room in the last mansion had been. Maybe they'd tried to go the route of bringing back memories of better times by doing that, but to be perfectly honest, Hunter just felt it was eerie. Besides she didn't have that many good memories of the past interaction with her grandparents. Oh, there was a few, but those all had to do with her cousins, not Luna or Ray. And those few were overshadowed by all the bad ones anyhow.

The very thought about them just stirred up the redhead's ire to the point she couldn't keep herself from punching at the window. Her fist contacted the containment field, sending ripples around the room through it. "Ack!" Cursing in Cybertronian, Hunter clutched her hand closer to her, gently rubbing her knuckles then massaging her entire hand and wrist. She'd forgotten how badly containment spells hurt..

"Where'd you learn language like that?" a sudden voice asked.

"Ahh!" Hunter was so startled she slipped and fell off the window seat she'd been perched on. Placing a hand over her racing spark, the teen shot a harsh glare in the direction of the voice. "Steel!" she barked accusingly. He must have teleported himself in here rather than using the door. And seeing as how he'd defined his abilities so much he didn't have to be accompanied by a billow of smoke, his arrival had gone completely unannounced until he'd spoken. "Screw you! You nearly gave me a spark-attack!"

Steel couldn't help but laugh. "I don't think you have to worry about something like that happening to you for a year or two," he reassured her. "Unless your love affair with junk food hasn't changed."

"Ha, ha, you're a riot," Hunter shot back sardonically. She stood and rubbed the seat of her shorts before looking her blonde-haired, electric-blue-eyed cousin up and down. Primus, he'd changed! Then again, why was she so surprised—it'd been, what, five years since they'd seen each other? The last time she'd seen him he'd just been a baby-faced fourteen-year-old with a voice that cracked on every other word. He sure wasn't that anymore. Nope, Steel was definitely a man now and a rather good looking one too. He'd definitely be a lady-killer if he ever got the chance to get away from this hellhole out into the real world and meet some nice girls who weren't all completely brainwashed by Luna.

Evidently Hunter wasn't the only one who had been taking note of how puberty and time away from each other could change a person because all at once Steel commented, "You grew up." Something that looked like a proud smile gracefully curled his lips. "You're not the little girl I remember."

Hunter couldn't help but smile. There was just something about Steel that could make her feel comfortable and happy, like she was safe whenever he was around. "Is that a good thing?" she joked, raising an eyebrow.

Steel chuckled. "I'm not sure," he replied teasingly. "On the one hand, you're turning into a beautiful young lady any guy would be lucky to have. On the other hand, you're turning into a beautiful young lady any guy would be lucky to have."

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Oh, my gosh!" she groaned a bit over-dramatically. "What is it with guys in my family and wanting to keep me away from guys who aren't in my family?"

"We just want to keep you safe, is all."

"Well, I appreciate the thought, but I do believe I can take care of myself."

"I don't doubt you for a minute."

Hunter smiled warmly. It was good to see Steel again and talk to him like this—like how they used to. Even in this hellhole it was still good. "How've you been, Stormcrow?" She used the pet-name she'd given him when they were children—an allusion to his favorite character from his favorite book series: Gandalf the Grey. Later on they'd discovered that the name actually had something of a bad connotation within the story, but it had still sounded cool and Steel still liked it, so they'd stuck to it. "Really."

Sighing, Steel shoved his hands in his pockets and walked over towards the canopy bed. "Uh… not bad," he answered after a moment, clearing his throat awkwardly. He didn't sound completely sure about his answer. The nineteen-year-old sat down on the large oak chest situated at the foot of the bed and looked up at her with another smile. "What about you, Phoenix?" He returned the nickname usage.

Crossing her arms over her chest and slowly leaning up against the wall, so as not to set off the containment barrier and get shocked again, Hunter responded, "Well, for a long time everything was a little rocky. But the last several months—up until today—have pretty much been great."

"What was going on before these last months?"

"That's… a long story for another time."

Steel snorted in amusement. Then he became quiet as he looked down at the floor for a long time. He scuffed the toe of his boot across it. "Have, uh…" he spoke after a moment, "… have you seen, Ally?" He looked up at her hopefully.

Hunter bit her lip and sorrowfully looked away. "I… um… I haven't seen her since they took my memories, Steel," she answered, meeting his gaze again. "The last time I saw her we were being separated by the Counsel, and, the next thing I know, I'm waking up back at the orphanage with memories of two different foster families dumping me."

Steel shook his head and snorted scornfully, his warm smile gone. "Primus," he murmured, standing up and walking around the room aimlessly, hands still buried in his pockets. The young man stopped by the large, wooden dresser and placed a hand on the top of it, digging his fingernails into the wood. He kept mumbling to himself.

Hunter watched him carefully. This was the most agitated she'd ever seen him.

After a long moment, the blonde whipped back around to face his redheaded cousin, anger in his eyes. "I just can't believe the Counsel did that to you!" he declared. "I can't believe they just ripped all of your memories of us away from you like that! And then, on top of it all, to go and put a seal on your powers to put them into remission again! That is the cruelest thing I've ever…"

"I asked them to, Steel," Hunter interrupted softly, voice even and gentle. She hoped to not upset him further.

Steel's voice dropped off and he froze. He stared wide-eyed at her in disbelief. He stared are her for so long, Hunter began to wonder if she'd spontaneously sprouted a second head out of her neck and she wasn't aware of it. "Wha… what did you say?" the nineteen-year-old finally rasped.

"I… asked them to," Hunter repeated slowly. She swallowed hard and looked away from her cousin's unwavering, almost accusing gaze for a moment. "The Hybrid Counsel didn't just rip my memories away—I asked them specifically to take them away." Her spark broke when she saw the utter pain and betrayal shadow Steel's face at this revelation.

Feeling as though he was boneless he was so flabbergasted by this information, Steel stumbled backwards and had to catch the dresser in order to keep himself from falling. Even then he hung limply on it. It felt like the wind had just been sucker-punched out of him. Ten fold. "But… why?" he hissed, tears welling in his electric-blue eyes. The very idea that his beloved little sister and his cousin, had voluntarily relinquished memories of their past together, hurt him worse than anything else ever had. Was he not that important to them?

Hunter bit her lip and looked away. "I…" she looked back her cousin mournfully, "… I didn't want to remember, Steel. It hurt too much."

"You didn't… want to remember," Steel murmured. A heated and somewhat mocking tone rumbled through his voice. He glared harshly at the girl. "Didn't want to remember me, you mean."

With that accusation pricking at her ire, Hunter's gaze narrowed and turned cold as soft growl reverberated up from her chest. "Don't be so conceited," she snapped at her cousin, perching her fists on her hips. "The decision had nothing to do with you."

"It obviously had something to do with me," Steel shot back. "I mean, I am part of the memories that you wanted stripped away, so I think I had a least a little bit to do with it."

"Yeah, and that was the only way you were involved with it, Steel. I couldn't exactly pick and choose what memories I wanted to keep what ones I wanted to go—it was a package deal, okay? Either it all stays or it all goes: that's how it works."

"You don't need to tell me how it works," Steel growled, shoving past her as he made his way to the window to gaze out it. Maybe if he watched the snow falling beyond the barrier he could get his emotions back under control. However, it was evident his cousin wasn't about to let that happen.

"Yeah, well, if you know how it works, why're you gettin' up in my face about it?" the redheaded teen demanded, crossing her arms as she swiveled around to watch him.

"Because we're cousins," he quickly responded, turning back to face her. "We're family, right? And I thought that meant something to you, but I guess it doesn't!"

"Don't you dare accuse me like that! Steel, of course you're important to me—you're my family. And if there's one thing at all in the world that I value, it's family! But I had to make a decision of what would be best for me, and as good as the memories of you, Ally, and me were—as much as I treasured them and wanted to keep them—I couldn't."

"Right," Steel snorted indignantly, "because it "hurt too much"." He quoted her in a painfully mocking tone as he used air quotes around the phrase.

That did not help Hunter's temper. "It did!" she insisted, jabbing her arms down at her sides, fists clenched.

Steel rolled his eyes and turned away to look about out the window again. "Yeah, right," came the derisive snort.

"I hurt myself, Steel!"

The chilling revelation caused a heavy silence to fall over the room that held for what seemed an eternity. It was only broken with a slight rustling of clothing as Steel finally turned to face Hunter, eyes wide and jaw on the floor in astonishment. He was horrified. Had he really heard that right? Hunter had tried to…?

"Yeah," Hunter answered his silent questions, the slightest glint of tears in her sapphire eyes. "Yeah, you heard me. I hurt myself." She suddenly pulled up the sleeves of her shirt, held up her arms, palms facing skyward, and looked down at them. "You can tell because of my healing factor…" she met Steel's eyes again, "… but I slit my wrists more than once. I tried to cut my throat a couple times when the wrist thing didn't work, but I was too much of a wuss—could never force myself to cut deep enough. Finally got to the point where I was this close to just stabbing myself through the spark." The girl let go a dry, contemptuous, pained snort. Dropping her head, she allowed her long, red hair to hide her face as a few tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "That might've actually worked, but Greasy just happened to come across me right as I was getting ready to plunge the blade in and stopped me from doing it." Hunter let her arms fall to her sides again.

Sniffling, she raised her head once again and brushed her hair back out of her face, aware she was crying now but not caring as she faced down her cousin. "That," her voice was full of determination, even as it quavered, "is why I made the decision to have my memories taken and blocks put on my powers—why I had to let you go." Hunter shook her head. "I was too young, Steel. I was too young to deal with everything from being the Fuser to the fallout of what happened; I wasn't ready for something like that. So in order to protect myself I… chose to have all of that removed so that I wouldn't have to deal with it. Greasy and the Counsel didn't force anything on me, Steel. The might have given me advice and support, but in the end I made the decision myself. Yes, I regret not being able to remember you and Ally, because you guys were the only good things about my time with the Lunation. But it was something I had to do. Not just for myself, but for everyone else on down the line who would and will need me."

The sound of a lone hand-clap caused both teens to startle and whip around to face the door of the room. Luna was standing there in the open door way, gazing at both of them with an amused expression as she slowly and irreverently smacked her palms together. "Bravo," she mocked. "Bravo. Such eloquence, Huntress—I applaud you. I can see I did have some influence on you while you were among us last."

Hunter snorted and looked away for a moment, something that was between a grimace and a smirk contorted her lips. She shook her head. Unbelievable. Absolutely fricking unbelievable. The teen turned back to her grandmother, meeting her gaze with a embittered smile. "Yeah," she responded. "And I can see you're just as narcissistic and full of it as I remember you being."

"Hunter!" Steel exclaimed, eyes wide with horror. He simply couldn't believe she would dare say such a thing to the woman who was not only their grandmother, but their leader as well.

"So," Luna responded to her granddaughter, folding her hands patiently at her waist, "you haven't come off the delusion that I'm a "wicked witch"." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"I'm not delusional," Hunter shot back. "You are a witch. That's not just how I see you. As per the other half of that description," she snorted, "I'd say "wicked" isn't a strong enough word to describe you."

A slight and dangerous sounding chuckle came from the sorceress. "Steel," she addressed her grandson, though she didn't look away from her granddaughter, "would you be a darling and leave your cousin and I in privacy for a moment."

Steel looked between the two females in alarm. This wasn't good. Not in the least bit. Something very bad was going to happen here, he could feel it in his bones. And while it was his natural penchant to listen to and obey his grandmother, the young man couldn't help but feel that him leaving the two of them alone wasn't a wise idea. He didn't want either hurt. "Actually, Grandmother," he began to say, "I feel as though I should remain…"

"I told you to leave, did I not?" Luna interrupted him. Her tone was dark and she turned a dangerously glinting eye on him.

"Yes, Grandmother."

"You would question my authority?"

"No, Grandmother, never, but I…"

"Then I strongly suggest you heed my order and leave us," Luna demanded again. She turned her gaze back to Hunter. "Huntress and I have much to discuss."

"Grandmother, I really don't think…"

"Leave us." A threat thundered through Luna's voice. "Now."

Steel tightly shut his mouth. Quickly he shot a glance towards Hunter, who met his gaze and nodded her head to let him know it was all right. Only then did he take his leave. "Yes, Grandmother," he conceded with a slight bow. Then he walked out of the room, the guards standing on the other side of the doors pulling the large things shut behind him.

Without warning, Hunter was struck across the face. "Ahh!" She stumbled backwards, holding her cheek. Primus, those rings of her made it hurt so much worse!

"You ungrateful, arrogant child!" Luna hissed. She came at the sixteen-year-old again, backhanding her across the face once more. "The Fuser you may be," she snarled, "but inside this walls you are nothing more than a lowly slug!" She struck the girl again. "The only thing keeping me from destroying you for your insolence is because I have use for you. However, that does not mean I cannot be persuaded to change my mind! There are spells to strip a Hybrid of their power, and when it comes down to it, that is all I need from you. So if you wish to live, I suggest you mind your cheek!" The Sorceress slapped the teenager one last time, using a bit of magic this time to cause more of an impact.

Hunter hit the floor. Instinctively she curled up into a protective ball, hands hiding her beaten face. Her eyes watered. Frag! Luna hadn't lost her malicious touch in the least bit—this hurt worse than any beating the sixteen-year-old could remember receiving from the Sorceress, and there had been plenty to compare with. But she wouldn't let it do what it was meant to: she wouldn't give in. She wouldn't bow down. Not this time. As bad as this was—emotionally, mentally, physically—Hunter could now say that she'd had far worse. She knew something of pain now. This was nothing compared to that. "Beat me, Luna," Hunter murmured, slowly lowering her hands and looking up at her grandmother.

Luna arched a graceful eyebrow. "What did you say?" It was a dangerous dare.

Unafraid, Hunter took it. "Beat me," she repeated, pushing herself up on her feet. "Beat me bloody; beat me raw; beat me within an inch of my final life; beat me to your heart's content if it makes you feel better. I don't give a damn." Looking down, the teenager met the witch's cold gaze with a harsh and obstinate one of her own and firmly set her jaw. "Maybe it worked when I was little," she stated, "but it's not gonna work this time. I am not that little girl anymore, Luna. I've been through hell and back—been killed and nearly killed a second time with my spark-chamber was all but completely ripped from my chest. I know about pain. And as badly as it hurts, what you've done to me—what I know you will do to me—is nothing next to that."

Luna raspberry eyes slightly widened in something that was between astonishment and alarm, before her brows quickly knitted together and anger replaced it. "Bitch," she fumed, so enraged that her voice was hardly above a whisper. The witch trembled with fury. Splaying her hand wide and draw her arm back once more, Luna let it fly forward to strike her incorrigible granddaughter again. "How dare…!" The Sorceress gasped as her wrist was caught in a crushing grip and held off. Her eyes widened again.

Holding her grandmother's hand far away, Hunter's gaze narrowed and she bared her teeth in a snarl. "I am not," she enunciated slowly, "afraid of you anymore, Luna."

That's when the awe left Luna's eyes and was replaced with treacherous cunningness. Her dark lips curled into a smooth and perverse sneer. "Oh, my stupid, foolish girl," she murmured, pulling her wrist from Hunter's grip and placing her hands on the girl's shoulders, "you should be." Without warning she blasted Hunter back with a wave of magic, throwing her against the wall, and thus, into the containment barrier.

"Ahh-ah!" Hunter cried out as a hot, burning jolt that was far more painful than the last jangled her nerves. She hit to the floor, every nerve ending in her body numb from the impact. "Vos cunnus!" she spat acidly. Eyes wide with terror and rage, the teen watched as the woman sauntered towards her, that sadistic smirk she knew all too well plastered to her lips. She tried to get up and move away, but as she currently didn't have total control over her faculties yet she wasn't fast enough. "Ahhh!" She screamed as she blasted into the barrier again. And again. And again. Finally Hunter collapsed flat to the floor, completely numb to anything but the pain her nerves were alight with and twitching with sporadic spasms. The world swam around her in a jumbled mess. Tears leaked from her eyes on their own accord. Suddenly a heeled boot was placed on her neck, painfully pressing and sometimes grinding down onto her. An involuntary whimper escaped the child's lips.

"Tell me, Huntress," Luna rumbled, leaning down to whisper into her ear, "compared to what you've experienced in the past, how does this pain rate?" Another meek, pitiful whimper reached her ears and she chuckled ominously. "You are pathetic," the witch jeered. "You are weak. I am almost ashamed to call you my granddaughter! You know pain?" A derisive snort. "Please, girl, you know nothing of the word."

Luna ground her boot further into Hunter's neck, causing the child to flinch and whimper once again. "Remember this, Hunter," the way she pronounced the shorted version of her name sent a cold chill of terror down Hunter's spine, "all I have ever used against you to bring you to your knees with tears in your eyes has been minimal force. That is all you know. Think about that and ask yourself: if this is as bad as the minimum is, what level of hell is the maximum? You haven't seen anything yet, my sweet." She pressed more weight down on Hunter's neck. "You will never defeat me. Never forget that."

With that she took her foot of Hunter's neck, turned, and began to take her leave. "Supper is in an hour," she announced as she pulled open the doors. "I expect you to join us. Once you are able to move again, clean yourself up." She strode out the doors and the Acolytes were pulling them shut behind her when Luna suddenly stopped and turned back to face the sixteen-year-old, who was still lying prone on the floor. The witch gave her a warning: "And, Huntress. I want you to stay away from Steel. It's evident that being around you and your defiance is much too influential for him. It was a trail to get him here and I will not lose him now. Especially to you." With that the door closed with a bang.

Hunter laid there on the floor for several more minutes until the pain her nerves finally began to ebb away and she could move again. Slowly she sat up, rubbing at the bruise on her neck, courtesy of Luna. She glared at the door. "You are pathetic. You are weak. … You will never defeat me," her grandmother's words rang in her head. Hunter's lips twisted into a snarl. "Don't count on it," she growled.

Confession #46:

More like an explanation tan a confession, because I foresee some questions over this, and I'd rather answer them here than several different times in PMs. Why didn't Hunter's ESP ("spidey-sense") warn her when she was about to be blasted with magic? Funny thing about magic, it's not really… tangible? Like you can see it, probably hear and smell it (some kinds), and feel it when you come into contact with it, but you can't touch it. It can touch you, you can't touch it. It's not really physical. Hunter's ESP only works with physical threats. That's why it doesn't go off when someone's sneaking up behind her on the battlefield only thinking about killing her. They have to begin to carry it out before the sense goes off.

"Okay, that makes sense, but what about when Luna hit her?"

Hunter's ESP also doesn't work when someone sharing her blood poses the threat, because they're blood—they're supposed to be family—they're not supposed to be a threat. It wouldn't work if she were to be beaten by Luna and it wouldn't work if she were to suddenly be crashed into by one of her cousins if they tripped and fell on her. It's kind of cruel irony that her ESP would go off if Optimus—someone who would never hurt her—were to advance on her with weapons drawn in a training session but it doesn't if Luna—someone who has done nothing but hurt her—were to kick her in the face.