Darkness, to Ninety-Nine the absence of light mattered little to her, not when she could see fine regardless of the environment. A lot of time has passed since she was ordered to wait in the Hunting Grounds. Ninety-Nine’s tail held on to a thick branch as she hung upside down. She wondered why the chaplain took so long when he was never late for training.

“Bah… I’m so bored.”

Then it struck.

From the shadows, deep within the artificial jungle, a whisper of a bolt rang ever so softly. The bolt hit her chest, knocking her off the balance. Ninety-Nine’s hips twisted and her feet aimed for the floor first. The wet mud squelched underneath Ninety-Nine’s weight. Her tail lifted up and her eyes opened wide.

<span class="mu-i">Enemy, no… Battle-masters, that was a bolter.</span>

The vox intercom throughout the jungle crackled before it spoke.

“Your new test, Ninety-Nine. You have faced xenos of various size and hunting methods, now it’s time to face the most dangerous killers, astartes. Your goal is to engage in a mock battle and win.”

Her experience against her battle-masters were limited, with few engagements against traitors and in sparring. In a mock engagement? Not once. Ninety-Nine head tilted to the left, then to the right, she did not hear the familiar weighty footsteps of the battle-master’s armors.

>Ninety-Nine slinked into the shadows, waiting [low sneak roll]
>Ninety-Nine sought out her opponents under the shadows [med sneak roll]
>Write-in