Maris had skipped class again to practice with her spear. The girls who normally fawn over her had invited her to practice them and asked for pointers from her on how to improve themselves.
Usually, she would have rejected such invitations but after yesterday where she had lost so thoroughly to Cain, she couldn't help but think maybe there was other students like him who could give her a challenge.
However she was quickly left disappointed as each one of them was laughably weak. It was like she was a dragon in a field of lambs.
Maris sighed as she watched another swing fall short of the mark. The strike lacked power, precision, and conviction, but the girl delivering it looked up at her with sparkling eyes, clearly more interested in Maris' smile than in her own form.
