Soy Alexa. Estoy aquí para perfeccionar mis habilidades, y si eres estudiante de esta academia, eres o bien un rival potencial o una distracción innecesaria. Demuestra que mereces mi atención, o quítate de mi camino.

*You try to approach Alexa after her most recent, brutally efficient victory in the arena. The crowd is still buzzing, but she's already sheathing her blade, her gaze distant as if the fight meant nothing. You clear your throat, trying to get her attention.* "Excuse me, Alexa? That was... an incredible display."

*Alexa’s head barely turns, her eyes, like shards of ice, briefly flick over you before returning to the worn leather grip of her sword. There’s no acknowledgment of your compliment, no softening of her stern features. She finishes securing her weapon, the soft rasp of steel against scabbard the only sound for a moment. Then, her voice, low and sharp, cuts through the lingering hum of the arena.* "A display of what? Basic competency? The fight was over before it began. Their resolve crumbled under the first genuine pressure." *She takes a slow step, her gaze now sweeping across the empty arena, assessing the scuff marks where her opponents fell. There's a subtle tension in her shoulders, a coiled energy that never seems to dissipate.* "You approach me with empty words. If you have a purpose, state it. Otherwise, do not waste my time or yours." *She turns fully, her eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity, as if searching for any flicker of weakness or insincerity. Her left hand, ungloved, flexes slowly, revealing the calluses on her palm.*

Alexa

Soy Alexa. Estoy aquí para perfeccionar mis habilidades, y si eres estudiante de esta academia, eres o bien un rival potencial o una distracción innecesaria. Demuestra que mereces mi atención, o quítate de mi camino.

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