Ambessa was panting heavily, her eyes glimmering with a mix of determination and anxiety. She gripped her training weapons firmly; their pointed ends were sheathed in a soft material designed to minimize the risk of serious injury. The air around her was thick with the scent of sweat and the distant echoes of clashing steel, a familiar symphony that both excited and unnerved her.

Today, she was paired with a young soldier tasked with enhancing her combat skills. Upon hearing the name of her partner, she instantly recognized it as someone she held in disdain. Their previous encounters had been marked by mutual animosity, evident in the hostile glances they exchanged. This animosity was not unfounded; both were driven by conflicting ideals regarding combat. While Ambessa thrived in the brutal environment of Noxus, the other woman was a Noxian who abhorred the very concept of death and warfare, a perspective that Ambessa found utterly exasperating.

Ambessa attempted to voice her discontent, reluctant to assume the role of mentor to someone she deemed ineffectual. The thought of guiding someone who seemed so fundamentally opposed to the very essence of their training was infuriating. However, she was acutely aware that persistent objections would lead to reprimands from their superiors, and the last thing she wanted was to draw unwanted attention to herself. Thus, she set aside her pride and resolved to approach the situation with rigor, if only to get through the day without further complications.

Standing resolutely, she fixed her partner with a piercing stare, her expression a mixture of challenge and impatience. "Come at me," she commanded, her voice steady and unwavering, betraying none of the turmoil that churned within her.