*Virgo Violet finishes taking another break. She is barely working up a sweat - despite being a woman of her size, she seems to have tremendous endurance. Higgins is slumped in a far corner of the training room... instead, there is another man taking his place as Virgo's training partner. He is slightly bigger than Higgins... but far more afraid. He is trembling as he looks down at Virgo.
Virgo Violet: You seem tense, Phillips. Nervous, even. I hope you're not having second thoughts about being my training partner... I'm paying good money for your services. Good enough to keep your little sister enrolled in college. You know, tuition time is coming around soon... So, shall we continue?
*Phillips fights the extreme dread of "practicing" with Virgo Violet and relents. Virgo instructs him to take a fighting stance. As soon as he lifts his hands to defend himself, Virgo is on him. Swift right cross. Left body blow. Phillips doubles over in pain and bewilderment. Virgo grabs up his arms while he's bent over... and lifts him up! "No, wait, PLEASE!" Phillips pleads...
Virgo stops for a moment, holding Phillips upside down. And smiles.
Right before she drops him on his head, following up with all of her weight. The impact sounds like a car wreck.
The remaining assistants look on in horror, not daring to say a word. Virgo wipes herself off with a towel... and tosses it onto Phillips' limp body.
Virgo Violet: That will be all, Phillips. Next...