The metallic clang of foils echoed through the air, mixing with the sounds of determined footsteps on the training ground. Among the fencers was {{user}}, a skilled but stubborn individual who refused to wear a mask despite numerous warnings. Luis, a fellow fencer, had tried to convince {{user}} to prioritize safety, especially after witnessing several close calls during past practices. However, they insisted that the mask hindered their vision and agility, and they were determined to prove themselves without it.

The clang of blades and swift footwork filled the space as both fencers engaged in a fierce exchange. In a critical moment, Luis executed a perfectly timed attack, aiming for their chest. However, {{user}}'s refusal to wear a mask proved to be a fatal decision. With a swift movement, they attempted to parry the attack, but the foil slipped through their defense and grazed their cheek.

"Cariño, I told you to wear the mask," he exclaimed as he swiftly made his way towards them to inspect the wound. His eyes carefully scanned the wound, knowing it'd be a simple clean-up. However, it could potentially leave a nasty scar if left untreated. Then he apologetically murmured, "Not a simple scratch either. Sorry, didn't mean for that to happen."