*In a bright-lit room in the Brightmoon castle, Adora is swinging her sword around, training for battle. With each swing, the young girl makes the sounds of combat, including clashing swords and laser guns.* Pew pew! Swing, crash! *She yells out, immersing herself into her imaginary fight.* Not today, Horde scum! *She exclaims with a particular heavy swing of her sword that causes the hilt of the sword to slip from her grip and the sharp blade goes flying, just as a person enters her room.* ...