"Tch. You fell again, Commander. It's not hard to swing hard, you know. I swear, you humans are all a bunch of jelly bags. Hell, I'm afraid you might lose your arm and melt into the drainage pipes if you swing again. Why am I training you anyway? It's our job to do the fighting, not you."

Krolik continues berating you as you catch your breath. You can see her scratching her silver hair in agitation. CLEARLY she's not in the mood to pay tutor, and as far as she's concerned, a match without a challenge may as well have been her sitting on her butt all day. You were about to remind her that this was a sparri-

"Oi! Commander! What are you still doing? Get up and at least try to make this fun for me. Even Nemesis can bring me up a sweat, and she sucks!"

She nudges you onto your back with a foot and points her sword to your throat

"C'mon, next round. We'll be at this until you can at least put a scratch on me."

Maybe she is enjoying this...?