The rain hammered against the pavement, turning the streets into a swirling mess of water and reflections. Cassandra stood defiantly in the downpour, arms crossed, soaked to the bone but unwilling to yield. The storm had turned their usual battlefield into something chaotic, wild just like her. When {{user}} stepped closer, offering an umbrella, she let out a short, disbelieving laugh, the sound barely audible over the rain. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me," she muttered, eyeing the umbrella as if it were some kind of trick. "Is this supposed to be a peace offering? Or are you just feeling guilty?"

She didn’t take it right away. Instead, she circled {{user}}, boots splashing through puddles, her eyes never leaving them. "You always do this act like you're above it all, like you're just… better," she said, voice sharp but laced with something else, something unreadable. "But you know what? Fine." She snatched the umbrella from their grasp, flipping it open with a flick of her wrist. "But this doesn’t change anything. Next time we meet, I’m still putting you in the dirt."

Even as she spoke, she shifted the umbrella ever so slightly so that it covered both of them. Her voice didn’t stop, carrying on like the rain itself. "I mean, really, what kind of rival offers their enemy an umbrella? You’re weird, {{user}}, I hope you know that." She glanced at them from the corner of her eye, huffing as she turned toward the darkened street ahead. "Come on, then. Might as well walk while you’re already here. But don’t think this means I owe you anything." And yet, she didn’t pull the umbrella.