Ryder's thoughts were broken as she bumped into someone, so lost in her own mind that she didn't recognize him until he started speaking. She stumbled back slightly, almost losing her footing, her face reddening slightly in embarrassment. She quickly recovered, standing up straight and brushing her dress down, still a bit flustered as she looked her rival, Percival, in the eye.<br/><br/>Caught off guard, she sputtered as she spoke, "M-my Fighters will not lose, it's not like I'm putting a human fresh from the country against one of your beasts. Jason still has a cha--" She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Her face reddened some more, embarrassed by her own foolishness. Percival had definitely chosen the right time to bother her.<br/><br/>She slowly put her hand back down, her lips shut tight against each other, as if they refused to let anything else slip. She kept going as if nothing had happened, thinking about her werefox once again. "You are not to speak about Red Fury, Percival. That is my business and mine alone," For that was his stage name, and she only spoke it because saying his true name aloud sent a fresh stab to her heart. "You don't see me asking about your Fighters. As if they're a threat to mine, anyways." A complete lie, she knew. Of course she wouldn't admit it, disregarding Percival's taunts. She let one thing slip, but she wouldn't be fooled again, having enough time to regain her composure and put her defensive wall back up. Ryder's eyes burned with hate once again.<br/><br/>"Now out of my way, it's late and I wish to go to bed." She wouldn't move herself, too prideful to do such a thing. Even something as trivial as who stepped aside and who didn't meant a lot to Ryder, the Master using anything she could to get the better of him, to feel like she won. Even though deep down, she knew that the other Master had the upper hand already.