Nobody will cut her a break.

"Well, then, it's decided!" Liam shouted with a smile, clapping his hands. "We'll all be looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Teach...!"

"I have not agreed to anything," Ralli reminded him... although she wasn't denying it. At this point... she couldn't think of any way to get it out of. Still, if she left it an open question, at least they wouldn't be able to say she broke her agreement if she did find some method of escape. "Regardless... Liam. You alone will clean up the training yard. Consider that due punishment for your underhanded strategy."

"Tch," Liam clicked his teeth, still smiling. He made a point of whistling in a lackadaisical fashion as he made his way to the equipment cart and began towing it around to pick up the scattered items littering the floor of the arena. "You can't ruin my mood, Teach! I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight! I wonder how you'll sleep? Hee hee..."

"What a rotten little punk..." the sergeant muttered under her breath, leaving him to finish cleaning up. She peeked back over her shoulder as she began to exit, trying to see if she'd catch him slacking and have an excuse to clock him. On the contrary, the young nobleman was moving faster than she'd ever seen him, still whistling that tune mean-spiritedly. "It seems my carrot-and-stick strategy is already producing positive motivation... No. That line of thinking is dangerous. This was a critical error. I need to endure it. I must then ensure I need never endure it again. After such a generous carrot, I shall show this demented class of trainees as many sticks as it takes to correct them..."

As she was leaving, she saw Harley by the exit. She sighed, loud enough for the other woman to hear.

"Oh! M-ma'am..." Harley jumped as if feeling guilty, then turned with a sheepish smile. "Uh, sorry about all the pervs in our class. I had no idea they'd latch onto that..." She turned her head away, still smiling.

"... It is not your fault, Dustaine," Ralli reassured her in a weary tone. "Do not let yourself be troubled."

"Oh, I wasn't," Harley admitted, smiling.

"... Good. Do not feel overly troubled."

"N-not at all, ma'am!" Harley said again with the same oblivious smile.

"... Good. Do not feel as though your request accidentally set an inappropriate tone for the requests to follow. Do not allow yourself to believe that makes you partially responsible for the trial I face tomorrow. That is the last thing I would want."

The knight trainee still didn't look terribly remorseful, but she did finally catch on that she was supposed to. "Oh! W-well, ma'am... try not to see it as such a trial-"

Ralli backed Harley to the nearby wall with a slam that had enough **** to make it creak. Even though Harley knew Ralli had no eyes to glare at her with, the visor of her instructor's helmet still seemed to be looking straight through her. "You would not consider appearing before your classmates naked to be a trial, then? That is something you would gladly do, Dustaine?"

Getting a whiff of something that was possibly more dangerous than the sergeant's body odor (which, she noted in close proximity, was quite dangerous after so many laps), Harley gulped and shrank against the wall. "Th-that is..."