The guild hall may have been mostly demolished, but the magic present in some of those places still did its charm, and Alisa knew this. Magical wards such as those couldn't so easily broken without a directly focused effort, something the Master of Grimoire Heart didn't really bother with. And why would he? The Master never got to tell them what - if anything - had motivated this attack other than a blind bloodlust, and now he wasn't really in any condition to do so...
But that was beside the point, as the sculptress had just finished a rather stenuous physical exercise. Her breath heavy and ragged, her skin flushed and sweaty, she approached the Guild's ruins with an exhausted look on her face, chugging a fair bit of her water as she stepped inside. And no matter how many times she'd seen this, no way she'd ever get used to it. A loud, rumbing cacophony of construction work filled the air the closest she got, accompanied by shouting men voicing alerts of calls for help, with enough dust in the air that she couldn't help but raise one arm over her face, shielding her airways for all the good it did.
She even coughed a couple of times as she moved around, gaining a think, flimsy layer of dust clinging to her sweat slicked skin. Fortunately, she soon passed by the worst of the repair work, away from the crew as she approached her goal. Without anybody to stop her, she freely ventured into the wreckage in search of the training room's ruins, past the hard working men and women. Thankfully, they had yet to start working on that end of the guildhall, and had done little but remove the worst of teh rubble. Alisa could still see where the tatami covered training room once stood, though the mat was now - like everything else - completely covered in dust - while most of the training dummies looked magically intact, a clear testament that the wards were indeed still working as the Master intended them.
More than just her body, she had to keep training her magic, mastering new spells, test what did and what didn't work, as that meant all the more weapons she could use against her foes.
"I have a trump card already...", she thought out loud, furrowing her brow as she pondered to herself, rubbing her chin, "But you can't hope to win a game just by throwing your trump card around."
So she though about her weaker, lower level spells. Despite being weaker, she found them by no means less useful. Weaker spells could be used almost repeatedly with very short cooldowns in between, meaning she could consistently rely on them throughout the whole battle. Unlike her strongest spells, she had more than one chance to use them, and they still had as much potential to turn the tides of a battle. Of course, her opponents could just as easily take them and force Alisa into an unfavorable engagement, whereas doing so with an S-rank spell would mean certain doom.
Training: 2 C and 2 B ranks; -10% Blue Pegasus, -10% Intelligence = 2400 Words