"Oh good morning, You fell asleep. Sorry for being weird and... accidentally showing you my eyes..." 

He's dressing up. Dorothy gets up, looks around... 

"Did my nose bleed again..? I could've sworn I had the weirdest dream... you were there... others were there all sunshine and smiles and then boom ! I wake up. I felt almost... real ?" 

She yawns and stretches. 

"Anyway, whats for breakfast ?"

"Punches." 

"Punches ?" 

Asher laughs. 

"Im joking, I dont know we'll find something, go get dressed with whatever you want from here. I'll be outside." 

He closes the door behind him, leaving her to her privacy. Though that didn't make much sense, couldn't he see... you know... Well either way he had seemed to be not weird about it, why should she ?

She gets dressed and looks out the crooked window to the same lazy beach. Now that she could see more clearly they seemed to be a few stories up. Maybe this was an entire apartment complex of dorms.

"This is going to be... fun." 

"You ready ?" 

She opens the door. 

"Yeah !" 

He pulls her through the thinnness of reality and teleports them. 

CRASH !!

A tall well built woman, about the same age as Asher and Dolly, had extended her leg directly up having just pierced the speed required to summon a shockwave as she kicked. The entirety of the green park they are in shakes as a ring of condensation forms from her movement.

Dante is shaking and on the ground, projected to the explosive attacks that the woman lets out. Every single attack being parried by tons and tons of paper that float around him. 

"I- I-" 

The trees weave back and forth with each thunderous attack landing on him. 

"Fight back already !" 

She turns back with a huge motion and moves again with blinding athletic speed. 

Dollys jaw drops. 

"...Woah..."

"If we didn't have any powers and only brute strength, she could take on anyone in the institute." 

The woman spins around whipping the back of her arm. Dante weaves under just barely dodging it, the sheer explosive strength of the movement summons a gust that throws his hair back. 

"Wooo ! Dante ! Look at you go ! Finally moving !"

Dolly cheers the boy, chuckling.

"O-oh Hi !"

The ridiculously athletic woman however, is seemingly too cruel to let up. She leans down toward him and goes for a punch straight to his face while he is distracted. 

"WATCH OU-"

Dante's eyes glow a blinding purple as he puts his hand up. The papers around them start shredding themselves into a powerful hurricane of white slips, the grass, the trees all start disintegrating from the incredible spell. The woman's fist is moves with such a velocity that the shockwave it generates start blasting a way through the hurricane and then- An older voice. 

"It's 8 in the morning." 

A man, with long blond hair and a very similar complexion to the young woman flicks into existence. No, he blitzes there. Moving so fast none of them but Asher could react. 

He grabs palms the woman's fist and holds Dante's hand. Both attacks instantly subside. 

"M-MISTER THOMPSON ! I- I- Im sorry, I DIDN'T MEAN TO !"

The young woman struggles a moment and then manages to rip her hand back only answering the man with a cold two words.

"Good morning."

"Good morning sir !"

Dorothy yells from far as Asher waves nonchalantly at the man. The blond man just nods at Dolly and Asher before turning his attention toward the young woman.

"Abela, you do realize I don't have a high enough position to cover your shenanigans right ?" 

"I don't expect you to."

"Yeah but your mother does, either go back home or play nice." 

Asher leans near Dolly and whispers in her ear. 

“Shes his niece.”

"You think you can send me home, Uncle ?"

"...Does hotness run in the family ?" 

Dorothy asks, meaning this quick to violence nature.

"... No, pretty sure its just her." 

The blond man speaks again. 

"Im telling you to play nice or they will send you back."

"Tch !" 

The young woman turns away... but Asher senses the future. 

"THOMPSON !"

The blond man, too smart to not understand Asher, ducks. A sword of pure plasma slashes just over his head. Abela had made a gesture to summon it. 

"Thats it you're going to detention." 

Abela blasts towards him, the ground almost ripping up beneath her feet. Somehow though even though the man does not seem nearly as powerful as her, he makes quick work of his niece. Wrapping her wrists with anti-power cuffs and holds down with geometric shapes that spawn out of thin air. 

"He's so damn cool !" 

Dolly cheers from the sidelines again. Though Asher adds an unnecessary detail that screws her mood a bit.

"Not so cool when he's teaching trig." 

"Ew... math." 

As the two of them bicker about, Abela is visibly trying to force her way out of the cuffs. It seems impossible without the plasma swords... Mister Thompson speaks looking down at where he's holding her.

"You trashed the park, obviously all Dante did was protect himself from you, so... why don't you clean it today ?"

His niece stops struggling and looks up at him in a confused expression.

"Eh ?"

"No leaving the park grounds untill its all clean." 

The shockwaves had ruptured the ground, ripped trees and fell leaves down it was all just a mess... and now she had to clean it all. Her eyes gaze around the destruction and then at her uncle. 

He chuckles.

"Haha." 

... 

Comedically the insanely powerful woman is dressed as a literal park cleaner with those fly catcher things, picking up leaves. 

Asher comfortably sits on a picnic rug, with Dolly and Dante eating some food. Dante yells at Abela, obviously with good intention. 

"We are here for you Abel !"

Ash adds, obviously to make fun of her before giggling.

"Yeah emotional support. Hahahaha"

Dolly puts a sandwich into the air. 

"Im saving you a sandwich ! Unless Ash eats it ! Then we can kick his ass together !"

Dante turns at her...

"Isn't avoiding violence the lesson to be learnt here..."

"For her duh, I don't have to learn anything."

From far away Abel yells at them. 

"Shut up !"

Of course they don't, Asher retorts: 

"Ooo the walking shark speaks..."

Though Dante asks a genuine question. 

"... Why do you want to fight anyway ?"

Abels expression calms as she sweeps the floor. 

"Im bored. Everyone else is to weak in our grade, it's almost as boring as home." 

So she had come to Dante, to somehow make him fight seriously since that had never happened before. Asher speaks up.

"Don't they give you missions like me ?"

"Theres an age limit for even us “high grades”, they won't trust me." 

"Pfff- as if they trust me."

Dante is again the voice of reason. 

"If you aren't ready, I don't know who is, Abel." 

Asher leans back. 

"Thats also true, you are ridiculously powerful, they're questioning your competency though.."

"You think Im not competent ?! You little, bright eyed punk." 

Dorothy looks at her hand. She tosses a tea cup up and draws a line with her finger toward it, it vanishes a small torrent of hair whips in its place making a implosion echo all around. 

Abel stops cleaning and looks at the red haired newbie. Dante, terrified scrambles away. The only ones not unnerved are Asher and Dolly. 

"So its... perspective based."

Asher grabs Dante and then makes him sit near. 

"I was creeped out when I first saw it too." 

There were things that creeped Asher out ? Dorothy looks up.

"Hmm cloudy today." 

She holds her hand and draws a line across the clouds. The clouds vanish up in the sky, the sunlight reaches the park making everything glow a brighter green. Wind pushes up others above, suddenly its far more sunny. Then there is a thunderous rumble that reaches them only to sizzle away. The shockwave must've been to high up to reach back down to ground level. 

Asher tries to intervene.

"H-hey." 

Dolly is taken a back as well. 

"That surprised me-"

Abel starts walking towards them. 

"Who-ha. Ha. Ha. You're crazy." 

The tall, beutiful young woman leans down at Dolly. Her ghostly pale blue, long and straight hair falls from her shoulders and towards the ground. Blue enthusiastic eyes meet Dolly's. Theres a fire in them, cold stubborn, incredible. 

"Let's be friends." 

"O-oh sure !"

"Whats your name ?" 

"Dorothy, but you can call me Dolly, You ? Well I already know... the thought counts tho ! Abela." 

Abela pulls back, Dolly is freed from the tall woman's shadow. 

"Get up lets fight." 

Dante, tries talking Abela off. 

"A-are you sure she seems, that power seems, out of everyone's league- Even y-"

Abela ignores him, strips the comedic cleaner clothes off and throws away her tool near Asher. She sprints 20 feet away in nearly an instant. Asher calms Dante. 

"Im sure she'll be fine. I've never seen Abel go all out, though its up to you to accept this or not Dolly." 

She's trying to figure out how this will go.

"Im not sure how this works- Wait a second."

She gets up and draws a line in the air, avoiding Abela.

The air shakes the ground, implodes on itself in a powerful hurricane like wind. Abelas long hair whips towards it before the implosion bounces off of itself. She seems fast enough to react, dodging hard and awkwardly to the left. 

"GAME ON !"

She blasts towards Dorothy, though not directly. This strange ability of hers was too powerful to risk being in the direct range off. So she started to circle them with that blinding speed of hers.  

"Now if I am right, I'll kill her if I draw a line over her body, that part's just vanish so that means..." 

She draws a line in the ground, where Abela is about to put her foot on. 

The air vanishes and the ground parts as a sizable creator appears. Having seen her movement before, Abela jumps summoning a blue plasma sword beneath her feet and using that as footing jumps higher and in range of Dolly to land a kick. 

Asher suddenly appears between them. 

"I told you ! We'd be eating ..." 

Asher seemed uncomprably faster than Abela, to be able to just appear there in an instant. Though that hardly mattered when the difference in strength was this high...

Abela spins through the air and spin kicks, her boots land on Ashers arms. He grits his teeth, but sees no future where this doesn't send him blasting away and so an instant after that, he is sent flying over their picnic rug, over Dante that had retreated backwards and into the bushes behind them.

Abela lands on one leg, summons another sword of plasma that appears out of blue sparks beneath her other leg and spins. The sword gets sent at Dolly, someone untrained, who had awakened her power literally days ago and was trying to not kill a new friend.

She focuses and makes a line at Abelas feet. The sword vanishes and part of Abela's boots dissapear the explosion sents the tall woman flying, bouncing across the ground twice before she lands. 

"Woo HOo ! I win !"

Her nose starts bleeding. 

"Oop not good-" 

Abela lands on her feet, sliding back. Though one of her boots is missing and her bare feet is bleeding. She laughs with amazement and awe.

"Wow. That has some kick !" 

Though she notices Dolly's nose bleeding. 

"Can you go on ?" 

She covers her nose. 

"I can try." 

"Good." 

As Abela comes closer Dolly sees that she's bleeding too. Having never fought something this real before she curses.

"Holy, Youre bleeding too !"

Abela pulls her leg up. 

"I couldn't protect my right leg properly, I didn't think you would react fast enough. In any case, I will now move assuming you will." 

Dolly gives a thumbs up. Assuming that was all the fight. 

"Breakfast time ?" 

Abela instead, swings her hand back and makes a gesture. About 20 maybe 30 differently shaped swords of plasma are summoned. They appear floating in the air in random orientations yet all are pointing their tips at Dolly. 

Dolly yelps, stumbling backward and pulls her hand up readying to draw another line. 

Abela starts going over what she learnt. Dolly's reaction speed or growth in technique was not of an ordinary person, either she had some expirience or her ability was granting her something, something invisible. 

Abela puts both of her hands back with open palms, the swords start arranging themselves together into one large curve as she moves forward, trailing behind her. The large abomination of plasma swords starts cleaving through the sky, avoiding most of the trees and coming down at Dorothy. 

As if a smight from a god.  

She puts her palm up in a hurry, the part where the plasma would scorch through her vanishes the large cleaver being broken in two.

3 days. It had been 3 days since she had awakened her powers and Dorothy was keeping up with a literal sword saint. 

Dorothy stumbles, her consciousness fading from over exerting that inexplicable power. 

Abela blitzes at her, instead of slashing her with the swords she inherited, she catches Dolly by her collar. The red haired girl falls limp.

"You're some kind of genius aren't you ?" 

Asher and Dante came by the two of them. One with worry, the other ready to teleport them to the infirmary. 

To Dante's or really anyone with their right mind, both Abela and Dorothy were monsters...

A swordsaint and Heir of the clan of Blades, capable of rending through everything around...

A newbie that could obliterate things with a swing of her hand... Certianly she too was inheriting some dark power that he was too mortal to comprehend...

Then there was the Oracle, there was no need to mention him... 

After all he could accidentally kill you by locking eyes...

Just what the hell was Dante Kiend doing here among them ?