After a rigorous practice session, Alita discarded her staff, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Beads of sweat clung to her brow, and her muscles ached from the relentless training. She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, glancing at Elna, who looked just as exhausted. The air in Bambi's quarters was thick with the scent of exertion, the lingering echoes of their movements still humming in the space.