Final Preparations (1)

"How the hell does she even do that?" Theresa exclaimed as my sister swung her blade. Lucius blocked her incoming attack, then stepped back. He had no hope of reaching her speed.

"No way," He breathed out, panting. "I can't beat you." He dropped his sword, signalling the duel was over.

"Ha!" Aoife giggled. "Don't be ridiculous, you're so much better than you were just last year!" She stretched her arms, then glanced at Alex. "Do you want to give it a try?" She asked, her eyes sparkling with joy.

The tall woman seemed hesitant, she glanced at me, expecting an answer.

"Could be fun?" I suggested with a smile. "Why not give it a try?"

"Sure," She mumbled, then got up and walked to the middle of the training hall. "You wouldn't happen to have a falchion or a sabre, would you?" She asked with a joking tone.

"Actually, we do."