Ensign Freyr was walking through the base coming back from doing cannon drills, which were exactly what Freyr was practically known for around here as her gunpowder powers reduced the time needed to set up a cannon in half. Though to her they didn't really matter, as she could replicate the explosion caused by any cannon, though the range was another matter...

Freyr herself was dressed in her very normal outfit of a purplish black overcoat with matching shirt and pants. She was also wearing her rubber soled shoes as well. She was currently nursing a cigarette in her mouth, smoke rising lazily from it while he face was caught in a seemingly perpetual mix of looking tired and bored, as if she wanted to fall into a bed but this wasn't the case as he mind was currently on a buzz as she only finished the cannon drills about five minutes ago so she hadn't come down of it yet. Her boots would squeak on the recently clean and waxed floor as she walked. Freyr would continue walking through the halls trailing a bit of left over gunpowder that had gotten stuck to the bottom of her shoes, though Freyr ignored it as she usually did, ever since eating her fruit she had come to just ignore the little black soot that was left after a gunpowder caused explosions.

She was about to turn into the barracks when she head the intercom come on which ordered all the staff to go to the gallows. Why they needed to call ALL staff was beyond her but she would follow what the intercom said and turn away from the barracks and head to the gallows. The quickest way to the gallows from the barracks was of course through the base. Walking in a casual stroll with her hands in her over coat's pockets. As Freyr was walking she walked through a freshly mopped hallway, which she gave no mind to even as she passed by the marine that was getting up from the announcement being made.
 

Freyr walked towards the recruit she was quickly coming up to him as the recruit in question was dragging his feet on his way to the gallows. He obviously didn't want to go to the meeting, which Freyr could relate, who the hell would call a damn thing like this? Didn't make much sense to her considering she had more important thing to do like taking a nap, or having a nice bath. Actually it is to early for a bath... Freyr stopped in place and looked up at the ceiling for a few moments before saying "Bath tonight...Yeah definitely." Freyr would say with a new determined look in her eye that would fade after she continued walking. 

As Freyr passed the recruit she would only give him a passing glance not even stopping, when he gave her some "Advice". Freyr would stop mid step, before quickly bring her feet together and turn towards the Recruit. Freyr would look down at him, and with her average 5'5 height she suddenly knew how those taller then her felt, and it felt great to her. She only allowed her a moment of relishing in that feeling before exiting her thoughts. 

She would look down at the recruit for a moment before reaching up and pulling the cigarette out of her mouth and blowing a cloud of smoke out. "So? It doesn't bother me all that mu-" Freyr wouldn't get the chance as an ensign from down the hall who's name she couldn't even remember. The man excused the recruit explaining his origins and how strangely similar he described how similar he was to Freyr. She would raise an eyebrow to the Ensign throwing her own lazy salute to him. "Its fine, though ensign just so you know." Freyr would take a moment to pause and take a drag from her cigarette and blow out another cloud of smoke to her left. "I do believe I was called those exact same things back when I enlisted on Bartilla." Freyr would have a glint of challenge in her eyes as she looked at the ensign. 

Freyr however didn't hear his reply as the recruit piped up his thoughts about the ensign she was talking to. Freyr had to try very hard to keep her face straight at the comment, though she couldn't keep the amusement out of her eyes. The Ensign would quickly kick the recruit in the mid section to stop his sentence. Freyr herself wouldn't stop the kick, but the corner of her right eyebrow would twitch in annoyance. The Ensign readjusted his glasses before pulling the boy along towards the gallows.

When the Ensign and recruit turned the corner, Freyr would snort out and give a laugh, from that recruits comment. She would shake her head chuckling a bit more before replacing the cigarette in her mouth and taking the longer route to the gallows.

When Freyr reached the Gallows it would be after everyone arrived. Freyr would walk to the stairs of the gallows but not walk up them just yet. Throwing the cigarette that was in her mouth that had burned down to the but, she would throw it to the ground and grind it out before pulling out her pack from her breast pocket and walk up the stairs. All the non occupied Ensigns were already gathered, the one with spectacles from before looking a bit impatient as he looked at her as he tapped his foot. Freyr took her place at the end of the line, closest to the stairs and face forward. Ensign Spectacles would lean over and say "You're late, Freyr." to her, as he still faced forward. Freyr would ignore him snapping her fingers in front of her cigarette causing a tiny explosions and lighting the end of it. The ensign would look even more annoyed but would drop it. 

While everyone was looking at the stare down that was going on, Freyr would put her hands back in her pockets as the Ensign in front of her would begin rattling off of whole speech. Gideon, she thought his name was, and she only remembered it because she had met him that morning to talk about the drills, and how she was not to blow up any cannons today. Freyr didn't pay attention to it at least until he mentioned the five to one combat which just made her eyebrow twitch in annoyance again. When the names were rattled off of who she would be fighting, at the last name she thought it was the recruit, low and behold the same recruit from earlier decided to speak up. Freyr watched the exchange between Gideon and Crash with more annoyance then anything else. She sighed knowing that if she didn't interrupt this it would last all day. After all she dealt with the same thing...Damn she missed that old drill Sargent from Bartilla. 

Freyr would walk up behind Gideon, before raising her foot, and plant right between his shoulder blades, the clipboard he was holding spinning in the air. Freyr watched the Ensign fall down to the ground below with an impassive glare. She would casually grab the still spinning clip board and skim through it with the same casualty that she grabbed it with. She wouldn't give a second glance at Gideon or anyone else as she began rattling off the rest of the names listed so they could all get this over with.

 

Freyr stood there up on the platform of the gallows holding a cigarette to her mouth and looked out over the courtyard as she took occasional drags, the clip board she took off Gideon out of sight. She had thrown it at the back of his head, hitting of course, as he walked off with his recruits. She really didn't like him, course that could be said for literally every other officer in the base as Freyr was known for starting a riot not even an hour after arriving on the island. She was also known for causing massive amount of property damage but that was just a side not to her, its not her fault the buildings were in her blast range. But she was rambling.

Freyr glanced down at the five recruits she was supposed to "Train" which she took as "Beat the shit out of them until they learn". Course that was the only way she took training, because what better way to train then actual combat experience? Freyr would shrug her shoulders before turning her attention back to the courtyard, just taking in everything. Why did she have to do this? Freyr thought to herself. Its not even like my fighting style would even help the five recruits below her, if anything it just brings in the chance for her to break a bone or two. Well, she can always play it off as a mistake on her part, accidents happen and all that. Freyr looked down at the recruits below her and then she sighed. She didn't sign up for this when I became a marine. 

Freyr just stood there for awhile as she listened to the recruits exchange greetings, threats, and monologue. She particularly didn't like the girl, she seemed annoying to her, especially with the whole "Just like a man" thing. If she was going to dress like a tom boy, totally stealing her look as well, then she has no rite to say "Just like a man" when she is dressing up like one.

Freyr stood there for a few more moments before noticing they were done. They can wait, Freyr thought to herself as she stood there taking one last dragon, before slowly exhaling the smoke before flicking the cigarette off the platform into the dirt ground. She looked down at the five gathered recruits below her, before saying "Right listen up cause im just going to say this once, your goal is to get one solid hit on me in whatever way you can, using whatever methods you deem appropriate. You can use knives, swords, or your own body, I don't care." Freyr would take a step off forward, like she was walking through a hallways, and then drop the ground, landing on the foot she took a step forward with. She landed with a thud right in front of the recruits. "You can start now." Freyr would fish around in her pocket for her carton of cigarettes, regretting she through the one she had earlier away.
 

Freyr pulled out her carton of cigarettes while she look up at the sky contemplating what Crash said. "I mean sure? I got no problems with that. Though who knows what speckles and Mr Hardass have to say about my choice." Freyr would say, pulling out a cigarette and putting it in her mouth where it stays lazily. "Sure, why not, go for it." Freyr would then put the carton back in her inner breast pocket. Covering her cigarette with her left hand, she would put her right under the left hand in front of the cigarette head and snap their fingers causing a mini explosion lighting the end of said cigarette. Putting her hands in her pocket she watches Crash as he jumped backwards. 

Freyr looked at the knife coming at her with slight boredom, the speed itself being easy to follow as it was going decently slow to her. Reaching out with her left hand, she bats at the Knife lazily. She was slightly surprised to find how strong the momentum was, though nothing she couldn't stop, it still gave Freyr a new perspective of Crash. 

She watched as he circles around his teammates throwing another knife at her. This time however Freyr was ready. She would raise her right hand and catch the knife that was flying through the air. She would look over the knife for a quick study. "Nice Knife." She would say off offhandedly, before looking at his teammates who were just standing there. "If you don't want to fight me thats fine, you can just have latrine duty for awhile. No skin off my back." Freyr would say with a shrug "I do however have other things to do today." Freyr would look back at Crash waiting for him to do something else as she took occasional drags from her cigarette, though she did watch his teammates from the corner of her eye.
 

Freyr listened to Crash's praise that went in one ear and out the other as she didn't really care about the the pretty useless praise. They were in the marines, if you were overcome whenever something was thrown at you then you didn't belong in the marines. Freyr stood there flipping Crash's knife in her hand in boredom. It wasn't anything impressive, just a simple flip and catch, but anyone that actually thought she wasn't deadly with it in her hand was a fool shown by the fact that she could catch it in the first place. 

Freyr turned her attention to the tom boy who didn't like men - seriously, stop wearing their clothes if you don't like em - as she rushed her with a wooden katana. Freyr would flip the knife in her hand once more, as she watched the girl rush her. Seriously if these kids didn't actually try and work together there was no way they were going to beat her. When the girl raised her katana over her head, Freyr would throw the knife in her hand into the wooden katana with some decent force (T3) as it went as fast as she could throw it (T3) meaning that if it didn't even throw the girl off balance it would suprise her immensely. Freyr would then rush to the girl as soon as the knife hit and attempt to get behind her. She would kick the back of her right knee, hopefully sending her to the ground, before grabbing her by her right fore arm and twisting it outwards. Wither she kept a hold of the katana or not didn't concern Freyr, as she then kicked her lightly in her right side (T1) to spin her towards her comrades and Crash, keeping her hold on her twisted arm with only her right hand. 

Freyr catches Crash's next knife he sent at her with her left hand, swiping it from the air. "Using your teammate as bait is a bad strategy if your teammate can't hold your opponent for very long." Freyr would say flipping the knife in her left hand now. She would note the gun that Crash was now holding in his right hand. She didn't like fighting gunmen, guns were far to annoying for her to deal with. Freyr decided then to note use her logia powers here. She had to make them think it was a fair fight at least...Fair in the sense of that she didn't have THAT big of an advantage over them. "Come on then. If you can't come at me as a team your teammate will more then likely die and all of you would be killed soon after. Because thats what Pirates do." Freyr would say in a serious voice. She was however preparing herself to rush Crash if she had to, having him stay at range wasn't going to be good for her health considering he had a gun.