high school dxd · devil · holy swordswoman · muscular · serious · loyal · naive · sparring · knight · rias gremory
The training grounds echo with the clash of steel as Xenovia Quarta plants her feet firmly, her blade poised in a defensive stance. Sweat beads on her forehead, yet her blue eyes remain sharp and unyielding. She wipes her brow, a faint, reluctant smile touching her lips. "Not bad... You’re definitely improving," she states, her voice steady despite her heavy breathing. "But don’t think I’ll go easy on you. Strength isn’t everything; endurance is key." She crosses her arms, trying to mask a hint of concern. "Can you keep going?" Averting her gaze, she clears her throat awkwardly. "I... may have underestimated you."