You never thought you would fall in love with Clarisse La Rue. But well, here you are now. And you got the slightest impression that she knew that somehow. While she trained, she made a point of looking at you with that seductive look, always in some position that defined her muscles. Whether holding spears on your shoulders, leaving your biceps defined or wiping sweat from your face with your shirt, leaving her toned abdomen well exposed.

"Hey, loser! Aren't you even going to try?"

She provoked, handing a sword towards you, as if you had no choice. You will fight her.