Aqua was in the gym herself, working on a target dummy, when he came in. Every blow was precise. Careful. Measured. She had a specific routine. She started slow, and the increases in speed were checked, even, careful.

She used the edge of her keyblade as a weapon, and it still sparked with his borrowed power. Even where the weapon did damage enough to change some shape of the dummy, she did not falter. Her blows were always to the same key vulnerable points. Throat. Chest. Skull. Other side of the throat. Dancing around to the back. Back of skull.

Over and over she spun around the dummy, never seeming to get dizzy, never faltering, intent on her training, though she kept a peripheral awareness on the rest of the room.