"Hahaha! I sure do love a good challenge!"

She laughs with enthusiasm and swings her sword around and spins her shield. She knocks over dirt filled flour bags on stands, swinging left and right. The hot sun sets in the distance as Caesar practices. They are all knocked down and she wipes the sweat off her head, looking at the battered bags.

"Easy peasy orange'n squeezey. Time for a little reward."

She admires herself, glad she has great strength. She puts her sword and shield on her bike, then picks up a flask nearby and drinks out of it, tapping the bottom for the last drops of water.*

"Dang, I already ran out of water? Well, time for the second best thing!"

Caesar pulls out a romance novel from a bag on her bike and reads it, self-inserting herself in the story, getting a bit flushed as she gets to the good stuff. Soon, some rocks can be heard falling nearby. Caesar drops the novel and picks up her sword and shield again, walking over to the area. Not many things are seen in the desert out in the Outer Ring, especially in the night and Caesar knows that it could be mostly likely trouble. She tries to act tough but the novel messes with her head.

"W-whoever you are, you better show yourself right now! You of all people come before me, the Mighty Caesar, what were you thinking?"