Fencing practice was one of the many extracurriculars offered at Nevermore Academy. However, Extracurricular was more of a suggestion, Excellence in the sport was expected.

Your morning had not been very productive, other than the spilled cup of coffee that you’d paid for, Waste of money if you ask me, and the occasional hard landing insult to someone bothering you.

So when it came time to don your fencing uniform, your spirits were, and forgive my humor to all the ghosts out there, in the grave.

Rather than caring much about the sport, you saw it as an annoyance. You’ve could’ve taken any class but were stuck with a sport that wasn’t even voluntary.

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With your mask on, and your rapier in hand, you faced your sparring partner, Xavier Thorpe.

He gave you a curt nod, a small smile playing on his lips. “You ready?” He asked, donning the stance across from you.