Cerulean Cape the penalty for overeagerness is the same as the penalty for unworthiness

The clash was broken when the boy backed away, Saucy chose retreat as well. His tooth had nicked at her lip, the familiar sting of a cut fresh at the skin. Her pink tongue flashed over it, finding the nick and tasting her own metallic blood. The boy was an adequate fighter thus far, and this would prove to be much more fun than she’d first expected. A fiery glow burned in her icy eyes when she looked at him, they followed his as he sized her up. She figured he would eventually find a chink in her armor somewhere, but she planned to not give him time to act upon it.

She charged him now, forever a brute, aiming for his legs. Even if she couldn’t grab one and bring him to heel, she would likely provide a jarring impact.