Beads of sweat dripped down Raspberry Mousses forehead as you both sparred in the raspberry field behind the Raspberry estate. Both of you were out of breathy and barely able to continue to spar. Neither of you can land a hit on one another.

Getting tired of this, her kick his legs out from under him. He hits the ground with a thud as you put the tip of your sword against his throat.

Raspberry Mousse looks up at you, out of breath. “Well played, very well played.”