[image description: a full-color comic starting with Duck Newton pacing back and forth in a parking lot. He’s a thin, light-skinned man with short dark brown hair, glasses and a five o’clock shadow. He’s wearing dark green pants and a gray sweater. He repeatedly checks his digital watch as it turns from 6:13 to 6:14. As soon as it does, Minerva appears. She’s the spectral, blue form of a bald woman, and her arms are extended as she approaches Duck.

Minerva: Duck Newton, let’s be swift, eh? Only a few moments–are you ready to begin your training?
Duck: Alright, here’s the first thing I wanted to show ya…check this out.

Minerva smiles as Duck leaps into the air, letting out a grunt and doing a jump-kick with a determined grimace. There’s a coiled-up sword attached to his belt, now visible. Minerva’s smile fades.

Duck: …is that anything? ‘Cause I did it, and it felt like something, but I don’t know if that’s anything.
Minerva: (touching her chin thoughtfully) …It looked rad, and it might scare your opponent into… maybe wavering for a moment, giving you an opportunity to strike them with your blade. But you’ve just taken up one of our three minutes with it, so I think…keep praciticing–

Duck interrupts Minerva by whipping the sword, Beacon, at her. He swings the blade around and dodges as she swipes a hand at him, then hits her with the blade and she falls to the ground. She smiles up at him, saying, “Oh-ho! Duck Newton, you have been practicing!” end description.]