The class meets for sword practice.

Once the class had gathered outside, everyone pulled over their padded training armor, grabbed their appropriate weight class of training weapon, and started swinging. Ralli marched between them, commenting on their form and chewing them out, with only a few differences from normal. First, Ralli had left her helmet in the classroom, so her words were no longer dispensed through a full-face visor. Second, each student's form was a bit sloppier even than normal: everyone had plenty of questions after what they'd just seen in the classroom, but nobody had the guts to ask it. Third... although his swings were as bad as anyone else's, Liam alone seemed impervious to Ralli's gaze. He was last in the line of students, and whenever she would almost reach him, she would find something inexcusable in the form of the student before him and become distracted by it.

Harvey and Harley whispered to each other at one point, but their instructor caught them and whirled back. "Dustaines! Do not allow yourselves to be distracted! I hope to see much, much greater speed and strength out of you this time."

"Ms. Ralli..." Harvey finally asked, keeping up powerful swings with his larger-than-average weapon as he began. "What... the fuck has gotten into you...?"

"What my brother means to say is... we can't believe you made out with Liam in front of the class!" Harley declared, struggling to keep focus on her drills as she voiced her concern. "No matter what Dyna said, you didn't have to offer that, did you? And to think he just went along with it... What a creep."

Ralli grit her teeth, then swung her own training sword at each of them in turn, stopping an inch short. "Am I your problem, Dustaines? Yes, I am a problem. I am an opponent! Focus on defeating me. I am responsible for my own decisions. If I have a problem... I will be the one to handle it."

""Yes, ma'am!" the two repeated, although neither sounded satisfied.

After her students had practiced until their arms were sore, it was time for the ritual ass-kicking, where they tried to score a hit on the sergeant. The regular attempts at this had been so unsuccessful (and Ralli so poor at communicating effectively how to improve) that nearly all of her students were convinced the point of it was simply to kick them down a peg at the end of their day.

"Trainees! Show me the fruit of your efforts! If you fail today, find yourself crawling up from the dirt once more! Crawl from hell until you match me!" Ralli roared with one of her signature "pep talks."

"Hey, Teach!" Liam interrupted her, leaning on his sword planted tip-first on the ground. "What if we succeed? We'll get a reward, right? ... Something like you showed us this morning is still on the table, isn't it?"

"Hmph! Of course," she responded with a smirk that didn't look as confident as she hoped it did.

"So, like... what, Teach? Give us some dirty examples," the young man said with a smirk that looked as confident as she'd hoped it wouldn't.

"That's... gh..." Ralli muttered, struggling to keep her imposing aura as she felt strangely-formed words escape her. "You could... order me to kiss you... you could touch me, wherever you want... you could... have me suck... your worthless cock and sweating balls..." Clearly losing her confidence, the woman flushed as she spoke further around her clenched teeth. "You could... enter me... from whatever orifice... you chose..."

"That's enough, isn't it?" Harley interrupted her, practically pleading.

"You could have me prostrate myself naked before you... You could... violate me with that practice sword you're holding...!" Ralli continued helplessly, her eyes screwed shut.

"Okaaay!" Liam stopped her, smiling and clapping. "I think we were all satisfied a few examples back, Teach. Wow, who knew you had such a filthy mind?!"

"... I am simply answering your question, Baldwin," Ralli growled at him, the fist holding her sword shaking in anger. "Do not get ahead of yourself. If none of you could match me in a contest of speed and endurance, how can you hope to match me for sword technique and power? Prepare to face your own weakness..."