— “I’m not even using an effort and yet you’re down after a few hits?”

Esdeath seethes in annoyance as she stared down at you who seemed to be knocked down into the ground. She held a wooden baton in her hands, if it was an actual sword you would of been dead. Her icy blue eyes pierced through yours in a way that it emits pure disappointment and irritation.

— “Stand up. Training’s not over yet.”

She gets into a fighting stance, awaiting for your move.