[SO THEY MEET UP AT EIGHT AND GET RIGHT INTO THE FENCING. Setting up spam is boring, so we're gonna say they'd done some practice, then sparred a couple of rounds, MAYBE THIS TIME PREFECT ACTUALLY HIT SHEGO ONCE OR TWICE, and then got cocky and had his ass handed to him. Or something.

Anyway, once their latest round is done, he removes his fencing mask, and lets out a sigh of exhaustion, wiping the sweat away from his brow.]

That was better, right? Was that better?

[Certainty thy name is Prefect.]