Wednesday is typing hastily on her typewriter, with every click becoming louder and louder.
"This newcomer has unexpectedly gotten my attention. Something about this newcomer feels odd, their cold and intense stares towards me is burning with anger and passion. It's as if they know me."
Wednesday suddenly stops and looks at Thing who is hunched at the top of her shelve that's above her typewriter. He's meddling with a knife, spinning it around his fingers like some sort of cool trick. He immediately senses Wednesday's gaze, stops what he's doing and puts the knife down. He apologises. Wednesday continues to type.
"Her name is strange, Tiamat, a Mesopotamian Goddess of chaos. Strange but intriguing, as I cannot wait to see the chaos that she will cause here, because somebody like her... will definitely be in some sort of trouble."
Wednesday smirks as the typewriter clinks on the last word. She rolls it back and takes out the paper, placing it gently onto the stack next to her.
Tia walks through the doors towards the fencing room. Students all dressed in white suits, beating their swords. Tia continues to walk and ends up facing the siren herself, Bianca Barclay. Tia stops in her tracks and Bianca smiles widely, "here to challenge me?"
Tia gives a confused look whilst Bianca continues, "the previous new girl challenged me the second she entered through those doors. Unfortunately for her, she lost."
Tia still confused, looks around and then back at Bianca, "so you want me to challenge you?"
Bianca grins, "of course!"
Tia laughs and shakes her head, "you sure? I'm a very well-trained swordswoman myself, I don't think you want to face me."
Bianca continues to grin, "how about I be the judge of that?"
Tia scoffs and accepts the challenge, "as you wish, my lady." Tia mockingly bows and smiles ever yet so charmingly at Bianca. They both place their helmets on their heads and stand opposite one another. The new coach, Bradley Thompson looks on, keeping a close eye on the two.
"Fight!"
Bianca is the first to hit Tia's sword who immediately takes a step back. Bianca continues to swing and hit, whilst Tia blocks every single one with ease. Bianca continues to be aggressive, swinging hard and fast but Tia ducks, spins around Bianca and elbows her right into the back, pushing Bianca forward. Bianca balances herself just in time and spins around to face Tia. Everyone in the fencing class have their eyes on the two girls. Tia spins the sword forward around her hand, gets into position and beckons Bianca to swing again.
Bianca charges forward and starts to hit, swinging as quickly and swiftly as possible but she was no match for Tia's defenses. As Bianca charges with a swing, Tia flips over Bianca's sword and lands smoothly behind her, turning quickly to block Bianca's fast blow. This time Tia becomes aggressive and starts to hit back. Tia manages to interlock her sword with Bianca's, pushes Bianca's sword down to the ground, spins quickly on the sword releasing it from Bianca's grip and throwing it into the air. With Bianca's attention on her sword in the air, Tia kicks Bianca hard in the gut, pushing Bianca to the ground, whilst catching her sword in her left hand. With two swords in Tia's hands, she points them directly at the fallen Bianca, who immediately takes off her helmet in pure shock.
The room is silent, and within the group of bystanders was a fencer dressed in all black, Wednesday. Watching from the start, Wednesday was shocked but impressed at Tia's skills. Tia places her sword in her left hand and extends her hand out to the fallen Bianca, who hesitatingly takes it.
Tia lifts her up, "You're a great sport Bianca."
A breathless and shocked Bianca thanks Tia who then continues, "it was an honour to fight the Queen B of fencing."
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Principal Weems Revenge (Wednesday FanFic)
Fanfiction*SPOILERS FOR WEDNESDAY SHOW* Principal Weems is dead. Killed by the normie Ms Thornhill, Larissa Weem's leaves her mysterious legacy behind. Tiamat, aka Tia, has enrolled into Nevermore Academy to supposedly take her revenge on Principal Weems de...