"Chin up." While her instructions were quite patient and clear, her movements weren't. You being a trainee wouldn't make her go easier on you. It was for your own good. A twirl from her musket was enough to sent you to the floor, legs up and defeated back slumping on the dirt.

Musketeers were expected to be trained, and their mentors had the duty of preparing them for the battle. Well, not exactly battle, but to carry out their King's orders and protect the Crown with their lives.

Catalina was one of the few, if not the only and first woman to ever be welcomed in the musketeer company. Her ability was as skillful and graceful, even more one could say, than most of her peers, and she had gained a place rightfully so. Proof of it was how easily she swept you off your feet. In both ways, too.