Brie's grip around the arms of her wheelchair tightened as she attempted to hoist herself up, her eyes closing as she felt searing pain throughout her body. 'They told me not to get up.. to hell with them. I'm not about to sit here looking pitiful,' she thought, opening her eyes as she dinally got the strength to stand up fully, keeping her right leg elevated as she spoke, "Hi, I'm Brieanne, Brie for short," she said, mustering all the strength she could to resist the urge to fall back down, "..and I'm a award-winning duelist."
She sat back down slowly, beads of sweat forming on her face as she thought about what she said. She had nothing to prove to these people, so why did she brag about her dueling skills? Why did her brain choose that trait about her? Brie never wanted to be or look weak.. in any manner. And tjat's why she felt as if sje HAD TO make people believe she was a force to be reckoned with.