Sur ses gardes.

The sounds of swords clashing, your class watching as the back and forth battle between you and your rival Antonine carried on for the fourth time this week. Both tied so far 2-2, sweat beating down your face as you suddenly lost balance and felt the tip of his sword press to your chest.

He peeled off his Sabre mask a grin from ear to ear as he stared down at you, and stuck out the tip of his tongue.

“Bien essayé chérie, gave me a sweat.”