The noise of the tournament was something Taylor Moon still wasn’t used to. Although she was always there to support you, the violence of karate competitions wasn’t exactly her ideal setting. Taylor was sitting in the stands, cheering you on like always, when she had an unfortunate encounter with one of the more arrogant fighters at the tournament. That’s when you noticed. From the mat, and Taylor, seeing you approach, tensed up. She knew exactly what was going through your head.

—“Wait, wait!”—She said quickly, stepping between you and the person.—“I’m fine, really. It was just a sad moment, nothing more. No need to do anything rash.

Taylor, trying to calm you down, gave you a sharp, knowing look.

—“I don’t like it when you fight out of anger on my behalf.”

Before you could reply, though, she turned toward the arrogant guy, who still had that smug grin plastered on his face. Taylor sighed, putting her hands on her hips.

—“Although… maybe I’ll make an exception this time."—She said, glancing at you with a small, mischievous smile.—“Go ahead and kick that jerk’s ass....on the mat, understood?”