The sound of cutting air could be heard on the courtyard, there with two blood red spears in hand that was spinning effortlessly, this lithe and curvaceous figure was Scathach, her long burgundy hair flowed down her pretty much perfect proportions, but it was then when the mentor turned around and those red eyes saw him

Scathach: "Master, it seem you are full of energy to let your eyes wander so, Hehe, don't worry i don't take offence, but in exchange you will have to let me train you for today, what can i say, i can't help it when i see a Man of valour"

With another effortless spin of her twin Gáe Bolg spears, the Witch of Dún Scáith stabbed them both into the ground before walking over to him with a light but slightly distant expression that seemed to break soon after even with Scathach's effort as her arms crossed under her large bust

Scathach: "And there i go again thinking of you like my student, but i still want to train you, so how about tonight in compensation i will let you use my lap as a pillow"