Scarlet didn't leave the contagion lab often. She didn't have much of a reason to, beyond for sleep and meals (unlike Luis, she was still responsible enough about her health to go to sleep in her bunk) and she was content enough in that. Tonight was no real exception, and anyone who might actually be looking for her would find her tucked away in the corner where her desk is.

It's late enough that she doesn't expect to be bothered, though, and while she has a few files spread out in front of her, she's sitting for the moment, one elbow propped up against the desk supporting her head as she stares down at a picture held in her other hand.

Yue had found what appeared to be an arena, or a sport stadium. She wasn't sure which it was, it didn't matter to her for that matter. Practicing her magic was easier to do, she didn't generally need space. Just hold a spell for as long as she could maintain it while she charged her barriers to full. It was a crude way to build magical power, but it worked. She didn't think working on new spells would be such a good idea right now, even in the vastness of this city. Too many ways she could get the spell wrong, and without constant access to spellbooks, she would need to work from memory alone.

"Me Armet," a blade appeared in her hand. Her size and the blade's size were nearly comical, much too large for a short little child like her. Even if she was much older than her height or build would suggest, barely taller than the ten year old that taught her magic. Or so she had been told. However, right now, magic was not what she needed to test. Kata was a Japanese idea, for training in martial arts on your own, or with a partner. Ariadne had adopted the system when the appeal made sense. Magic swordplay required the knowledge of proper posing for optimum spellcasting, as well as executing flawless blade strikes.

Yue let the motions come out fluidly, each strike gracefully moving to the next. When she first learned these techniques she was clumsy, and blocky. Her sword was too heavy and she was too sluggish. At times the sword vanished from her hand and she moved for a few quick unarmed strikes, as if she was in quarters too close for such a long blade. "Me Armet," and as quick as the sword was gone it returned to her hand, and he sword strikes resumed. "For so Kratika Socratia, Confirmatio Fulminas," As her strikes continued the sword crackled with electricity for the end of the kata. She repeated the same intricate strike pattern over and over, moving her incantation to different strikes, guards, and parries. Making sure her stance, her posing, and her strikes were as flawless as she could muster. As well as to test which poses lead to the strongest casting.