Kyra dully noted Beep's statement, and after a bit of wallowing in her own thoughts, she quickly got up.
"I need to go train," she mumbled faintly, jumping off her hammock and practically sprinting to the field. She ran by the library, a mysterious blur to the Dusknoir and Lucario, but a flash of color all-too-recognizable to Sythn. Regardless, she kept running, past the field, to a small patch of concrete with several Pokedummies, and she simply went to town.
Sword Dance, Leaf Blade, Work Up, Synchronoise, Giga Impact, Giga Drain, Hyper Beam, Razor Leaf, Last Resort... she used them all. The dummy was looking very shredded and very dead. Training was her escape, from drama and schoolwork and life. Later she'd go back into her room and practice her other moves. Fake Tears. Charm. Baby-Doll Eyes. She'd perfect her facial expressions, do everything she needed to do to get better. She'd go to the library, read up on her moves, learn to get them to a tee.
But for now she was physically battling the dummy. She felt beads of sweat form on her forehead, and was feeling a shortness of breath, but she continued. It was relieving to be able to beat the crap out of something and one, not be seen and critiqued by others, and two, not get in trouble for casually punching something.