Screwing that maid

"Don't bend, and let your anger drive you, not drag you down," Quinn instructed, his movements still effortlessly evading her attacks. 

"Are you toying with me? You are no match for me! You could have at least let me train with someone my size!" She snapped, her frustration boiling over as she glared at him. A reasonable person would have acknowledged her point, and deep down, he knew she wasn't wrong. 

"You think anyone here is your match because of your age?" He countered, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. It was the same infuriating smile that both taunted her and dripped with pity, the one she despised with every fiber of her being. She wished she could slap it right off his face. 

"It's better than fighting someone I can never defeat," she retorted, refusing to back down.