[Not everyone was having as much trouble. Well, Homura did earlier, initially confused until she figured out what was up. Right now though? She seemed to be smirking as she bounced along the walls and her wind magic. This was actually kinda fun training, something the grounds simply didn't have.

Every vine that closed in were sliced by her blood claws; so long as she remained focused and had those thin crimson arm guards formed of blood too, she could prevent additional blood loss.

By the time she and Bakugo faced each other, she frowned, eye twitching. They really needed to stop meeting at weird times like these.]

I'd ask if you need help, but you'd likely sooner tell me to get bent, so... have fun![She vanishes, wind magic propelling her upward to continue her waltz with the vines focused on her.]