Smells like teen spirit

The embarrassment of her class with Gossamer and Ophelia still burned as she stalked stiff-legged into the battlefield, her expression locked into an obstinately irritated frown that twisted and wrinkled the normally friendly visage into something akin to a snarl. She refused to be humiliated like that again - no, she was going to come here and fight every day and track down her fiercest older brother and fight him over and over too, no matter how many times she lost, until she was so skilled she could go to the next set of lessons and trounce Ophelia so soundly that everyone would stop viewing her as a child and treat her like a potential warrior. Everyone else got rank and training and responsibility and she got sent to the kid's table with Ophelia like she was as much a disaster as her tubby sister. Lifting her white-slashed head to the sky she called out fiercely for an opponent to dare show their face - so she could claw it off and vent her teenaged frustrations.