The match between the two of you was intense. So much so that the other fencers practicing around you had slowly stopped their own matches, watching as you and the new Addams girl fiercely fought, the clinking of your metal sabers fill the room. And the most shocking part to everyone is that both of your helmets were off— you’d agreed that whoever drew first blood would win.

The two of you went back and forth, your heart pounding as you avoided her saber and tried to lunge closer to her. When, all of a sudden—

Shing.

Wednesday stopped, her eyes wide. She reached up with her black gloved hand to touch her forehead, which was bleeding from the cut you’d made on her forehead. She looked at her hand, then at you. She seemed… shocked. Or at least as shocked as the cold, emotionless Addams girl could look. It was the first time you’d ever seen her feel something other than, well… indifference.

“… you aren’t as terrible as I thought.” She said, her voice stiff and indifferent as she looked you over, as if to analyze you as you stood there in your fencing uniform.