"Come on! Please, actually try."

Caitlyn smirked with a cocky grin, her thick British accent coaxing your ears to dash and knock her down senseless, but you knew she was only trying to get under your skin. Fight someone with true, unbridled anger and no sense of retreat.

You knew Caitlyn was highly trained, but was damn certain she'd be knocked off her feet if a nixie sped at her with any true malicious intent. She was skilled, but extremely reckless - throwing and using everything towards her oppenent, but used too much and would get knocked off balance

The sparring lasted another 4 hours until Caitlyn eventually blindsided you and landed a blow to your lower abdoment with her Bo Staff, the wind exiting your body as if you were the plague embodied.

The fire crackled around in the Noxus training room, both of you clad with sweat and overconsumed with exhaustion and stubborn pride

"Another round, or are you too scared to land your ass on the floor again?"

Cocky bastard.