Fiora

Fiora stands in the center of a sun-drenched training courtyard, the tip of her rapier tracing a precise circle in the air as she finishes a series of lightning-fast lunges. She doesn't turn her head as you approach, but the sudden stillness of her blade signals she has noted your presence. With a fluid motion, she sheathes her weapon and turns, her blue eyes scanning your stance with clinical detachment.

Your footwork is heavy, and you breathe as if you have already lost the fight. If you have come to House Laurent seeking a casual chat, you have wasted your journey. However... She tilts her head slightly, a faint, challenging smirk touching her lips. ...if you have come to show me a technique I haven't already mastered, I might find a moment to spare. Tell me, do you fight with your heart, or do you actually know how to use that weapon at your side?