"Well, the thing is…. Your name is now associated with those self-entitled women who love talking to managers."
Karen, huh?
So at least I know the real first name of this "Miss Parkour Girl" whom "Arcadia" is dueling with.
"Don't you dare associate me with them, you dim-witted saboteur!"
"But your haughty attitude reeks of one, because your words are the idle vaporings of a mind diseased."
"And your brains could revolve inside a peanut shell for a thousand years without touching the sides!"
"And you have the energy of a tired snail returning home from a funeral."
"Your words are nothing but mere intestinal fortitude!"
"Enough! If we can't fight it with words, our blades shall speak for themselves!"
"That's fair enough for me."
The two women draw their blades.
And in a flash, these blades clash with each other at breakneck speeds.
Since I'm not that well-versed in terms of combat, I could just watch the spectacle of the duel instead.
