'Cling'
'Clung'
The sounds of colliding swords against each other resonated loudly in the early morning amidst the practice ground.
"That is no way to tackle the situation." Korden's voice rang out together with the morning birds that chirp repeatedly on the tall trees.
"What better way have you, then?" Cesarean was quick to combat his attacks.
"At Least better than yours."
Cesarean smirked. "You are becoming like our Crown Prince, you know."
"I'm just at level one when it comes to his self praise." Korden responded after he evaded the lethal strike that Cesarean had thrown at him.
"You wish."
After that remark, the two concentrated effortlessly at their duol, trying hard to land each other in a dangerous position. If a stranger saw them it would lead them to speculate that they were mortal enemies who couldn't stand each other at all.
"Did you hear that?"