Grace
Wasabii
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She was appalled to say the least. How dare he challenge her? She, a previous officer of the Brestia, who fought in the Three-Year War and survived. She battled in the front lines, led the troops. She witness the horrors of the battle field and saw the cruelty of mankind. She was a survivor.

And yet, sitting in front of her was a wet behind the ears, daddy's boy who had the audacity to challenge her. She had seen things that probably only exist in his worst nightmares. She had done things that nightmares were made of. It wasn't a thing to be proud of, but the battlefield has no place of human softness. War is about survival, ensuring that you yourself made it through, that you get to live another day. War is when humanity is lost for the sake of humanity.

She didn't like to talk about the War, neither did she like to think about it, but one must admit that the experience accounts for a lot of thing. She wasn't a hero and she didn't expect to be treated like one. She didn't want the 'glory' given to veterans of war, not that she would get any to begin with. Brestia never recovered from the war. However, she just couldn't take such blatent disregard for her sacrifices lying down.

The BOY had dared to challenge her.

She knew about his family, who didn't? His family were big names in the New World and even in Vespanola. He had said that he wanted to see the world, to break out of the coccoon his family weaved for him. He wanted to learn about what the world was truly like. She couldn't help but snort at his optimism. He was nothing more than a little boy parading around in daddy's shoes, trying to act all grown up. In his case, he ran away from home, started making his own firearms and fought every single effort by his father to get him back. A troublemaker if she's seen one, albeit a troublemaker that'll give you a sorrowful look when things go wrong and apologise, but a troublemaker nonetheless.

There was one thing that she had to give it to him, however, the boy had skill. He was brilliant with his firearms. She herself personally don't really like shotguns but there was no denying that he was good. Although he wasn't as efficient damage wise, he dealt with enemies in this own unique way. She acknowledged his skill, as one marksman to another.

But that still didn't change the fact that he had challenged her and undermined her experience.

"Blacks go first," he declared, smiling at her.

She stopped to think. Of course she could always take this opportunity to teach the boy some manners and respect. After all, they were allies and with her experience, she reallys should be guiding him along and teaching him about the world. She grinned a feral grin.

"Be my guest."

It was foolish to challenge a tactical master to chess.


20 minute drabble inspired by watching Grace and Lorch playing chess in my barracks. Anyone ever wondered how old is Grace exactly?