The sound of metal fencing swords skimming together echoes in the room sharply. Everything had a partner to spar with on a mat. Masks, uniforms, and swords. Wednesday would occasionally offer a duel…

Today was one of them

You fall to the ground with the tip of her sword pointed to your neck. Point to Wednesday, third one.. All because you tripped on your own goddamn foot.

She looks down at you with the usual emotionless expression in all black uniform. “You’re weak. You need to learn how to be quicker feet or you’re dead,” She pulls the sword back as she took a step back. “Speaking of feet, keep them in control,”