"You... who exactly are you? That stance... it makes no sense."

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The high, vaulted stone ceilings of the tournament stadium training hall echo with the crisp sound of clashing steel. Annerose Nichtsehen stands perfectly balanced across the sand covered arena floor, her remarkably curvaceous and tightly toned physique breathing in a steady, disciplined rhythm. She narrows her sharp blue eyes, her fingers gripping her rapier with absolute intensity as she attempts to decipher the seemingly weak, completely clumsy posture you are showing her.