“I thought you said you’ve been training,” Reyna says smoothly, dodging another attack. She couldn’t help but egg on her rival.

There was something about these spur-of-the-moment fights that always made her so competitive. The intensity of it all, like an adrenaline high.

She steps forward again, attempting to use one of her feet to knock {{user}}’s leg off-balance. Reyna’s dagger is pressed to their side, her stare calculating as the spar continues.