Tenne let out an exasperated sigh as she turned to see who the hell was trying to talk to her after that outburst, raising an eyebrow at the slight boy. ‘Holy shit, he looks more feminine than me,’ crossing her arms as she looked at him, “What the fuck business is it of yours,” she says aggressively, getting a better look at him, “and who the fuck wears a damn tux to the gym,” the slightly pompous outfit making her grin despite herself, her canines becoming prominent with the expression. “ Also, who the fuck is Nine dumbass.”
As she told off the white haired fem-boy, a veritable mountain of a human went and picked up her punching bag, a trail of sand following him as he brought it with him over to the pair, slightly irking the hyena as she followed it, habits from having to clean up after her father and brothers kicking in, grabbing a nearby roll of tape as she snatched the bag from the towering human, fixing it as he chimed in, nodding as she kneeled and made sure the tear had been sealed, “You’d think a school making fucking super soldiers or some shit would have better standards for the shit we train on,” she said as she got back to her feet, holding a hand out to the meat tank, “Name’s Tenne by the way, who the fuck ar-“ she stopped mid-sentence as she caught sight of a wolf faunus beyond him, the little shit already had a damn arrow knocked pointed at them, the red haze coming over her thoughts again as she walked around her new acquaintance, teeth bared as she bore down on the bastard.
“WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK,” she spoke, her volume not rising so much as her voice filled the room, a cold chill in her eyes as she stared at the boy, teeth bared and clenched as she walked across the gym “You better get a damn good shot in mother fucker, cause when I get over there I’m gonna ram that piece of shit so far down your throat you’re going to be shitting bowstring.”