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Mother Confessor:

Stifling a small laugh in my throat at the Sergeants swift defeat to the Captain. Her face twisted into an ugly display of raw anger, baring her large canines on the sides of her jaw and snarling. I continue to observe the spectacle intently.

Graxis:

The minutes pass, as the Sergeant attempts to land a blow upon my hide. Each time to her dismay, I thwart her efforts. Once she tried a moving thrust and I simply stepped out of danger. Planting a swift boot in her backside, in good humor as her momentum carried her farther than she anticipated. She seems to put more trust in the weapon than in her own tact. Does not mix well with her aggression, it makes her clumsy and open to getting struck down.