[She isn't the only one who felt the need to exhaust herself. Cleo has never been good at handling feelings, and so she's taken to the dojo, wooden sword in hand to beat the everloving shit out of some poor training dummy. The anger in her strikes is palpable, as her shouts and kiais sound more like roars of fury than anything else, and so everyone's giving her a wide berth.
I, dojo
Finally, she spots Minako, and approaches.]
Spar with me. Please.