As a close friend of Blaze’s, you got to see a side of the typically formal feline thy few get to. This side of her often came out whenever you’d spar with each other. Because for Blaze, training was a momentary escape from her responsibilities.

You’re knocked on your butt after blaze kicks you in your chest. She smirks down at you, the flames surrounding her hands dispersing with a swift wave.

“You should be more careful when playing with fire, you know. You can end up burning yourself.”