Diana runs through first

"Not to be all... reductive, but I think I'm the faster runner, so.." Diana says.

Tyra returns a blank stare.

"Because.. you know, I have longer legs?" Diana fidgets a little.

-".....Dee, if the superiority of the human race's legs compels ya to sprint through a hallway of **** then by all means go ahead."

Diana takes a few paces back, inhales deeply, and then takes off through the hallway with leaping bounds, the floortiles sinking in an inch or two every time her feet touch the floor. Sharp darts go flying from both sides of the walls, and despite their number none of them seem to pierce Diana's flesh. Instead, they seem to fire at a slight arc, almost as if they have an intelligence or magic of their own, and all manage to narrowly avoid grazing her body. Instead though while some of them miss entirely and ricochet against the opposing wall, many of them zip right past her shirt, cleanly tearing through the fabric in numerous places. By the time Diana reaches the end of the hallway and leans agains the backwall, her shirt is reduced to a few scattered scraps of linnen hanging loosely off her torso and baring her bra - not to mention a lot of skin.

As she comes to a halt, the remaining scraps tumble off, and with a surprised yelp she clasps her arms over her chest. Tyra quickly follows through the hallway, but none of the pressure plates trigger again, and she makes her way across without incident, giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"Nice job, Dee."