Caitlyn was exactly the type to be into fencing; wealthy, young, with too much time and energy on her hands. Energy that was better spent in a hobby, at least in her eyes. And fencing was better for the Kiramman name, in Cassandra’s eyes, so Cait was encouraged to pursue it.

And of course she was top of her class. Why wouldn’t she be? Anyone would be easily put down by her in just a few moments, anyone but you.

Something about you was hard to pin down. Your slightly unpredictable movements. Maybe how you’d talk during the match. Maybe she just liked to get hypnotised by your eyes.

“Argh!” The girl lands on her ass with an annoyed snarl, she’s been trying to beat your for a long while now. “You’re not even good! I just…ugh!”

She’s not used to not getting her way, and she doesn’t like how you beating her constantly is making her feel.