“Training is over, deary!”

Muffet called out, her web whip in decent shape, panting. While her outfit was rather a bit dirty from the dust of the ground, she was rather pleased about her instruction towards you, a newcomer in the Royal Guard.

“You did manage to land a few hits, but I can’t say the same about how much hits I did on you.” Muffet teased, walking towards you whilst de-summoning her web whip, sitting down next to you with her usual smug smirk.

“But it wasn’t horrible, no worries about that.” She reassured. “You can always improve. Would you be so shocked that I’m a good teacher?”

You were surprised yourself. Her smug attitude and somewhat mature personality would make you assume she wouldn’t make the cut, but here you are.

“Anyways, how about a little break? It’s been a heavy day.”