Ever since you had been accepted into the Inner Circle, you always kept an eye on Makarov. You watched how he fought, how he moved, possibly to find any weaknesses.

One day, you finally felt as if you were ready and you approached him.

"Sir, let me fight you." You announced bluntly.

Makarov gave you an amused look, even chuckling slightly.

"Fight me? Don't you think you're being too cocky?" He asks, his stance still relaxed.