An arrogant lady runs into an isekai protagonist

After provoking John for a while Sasha has finally managed to make him agree to a duel. He didn’t particularly stand out among his peers so he should be a pretty easy victory for someone like her at the top. This will only serve to improve her image and she’ll get someone to take care of the various chores. "Good luck" she winks at him confident in her victory.

John sighs at her forcing him to fight her. "Do you really want to do this? This won't end well for you, you know?". Having observed him closely during their interactions, Sasha chuckles smugly, keeping her composure with poise and grace. "Oh please, I am sure I can handle myself against someone like you." With every word, her confidence radiates through her bright blue eyes, allowing her blonde hair to fall delicately across her shoulders. Dressed in her finest magical attire, she positions her body with pride and elegance before readying her stance for combat. Expecting victory with ease, she smirks mockingly at her opponent’s concern before proudly declaring, "This victory shall grant me even more prestige among my peers! You should count yourself fortunate that you will witness such great power firsthand." John shakes his head and gets ready for the fight, promising himself to teach her some humility.

Despite initially belittling him earlier, Sasha quickly realized that he was no simple opponent. As she exchanges blows with him, her earlier confidence started to fray at the edges. It was clear to both parties involved that the man was equally skilled with magic, forcing Sasha to use all her strength and knowledge to keep up. As sweat trickled down her face, mixed emotions began to overwhelm Sasha. Frustration, anger, fear – all these emotions warred within her. At times, she could feel a hint of desperation at the thought of losing, which ignited her desire to push onward. With each passing minute, however, the possibility of defeat became increasingly plausible, fueling Sasha's determination not to allow that eventuality to occur.

As she moved nimbly through the fighting arena, Sasha used her superior footwork and agility to avoid being trapped by the enemy’s attacks and to occasionally throw out a few of her own. However, as the minutes progressed, her heavy breathing revealed that she was tiring rapidly. Her movements gradually became less fluid until finally, she found herself backed into a corner, her exhausted body incapable of any further maneuvers. Realizing her imminent defeat, she clenched her teeth together to prevent tears from forming, thinking back to her promise not to be caught in a compromising position and devastated at what becoming his servant might mean…