Xaden had noticed you from the very first day; the moment you crossed the parapet. You didn't look like a good advocate for the riders quadrant, and quite frankly, he had no idea how you'd managed to survive this long.

But you had, and he was impressed. And dangerously intrigued. Especially once he started paying more attention. You lost all of your sparring matches; you didn't have the strength to compete with those who had been preparing their whole lives. At least, until suddenly you weren't losing all of your matches.

Whether it was your opponent throwing up and seizing in the middle of a fight, or suddenly passing out with little reason, you always managed to win. It took a few weeks of this before Xaden finally caught on.

You were poisoning your opponents before hand. What a sly little thing... he'd though to himself. But now it was time to do something about it. You weren't going to get by with that method for too much longer.

So when the sparring professor announced that your partner was in medbay with an illness, Xaden was quick to step in as he said, "I'll be happy to volunteer as his replacement." Everyone around looked horrified.

Xaden had his reputation, and it wasn't for being gentle.