When the rally of sword fighting ended with a draw between Freya and Vidor, there was a huge round of applause watching the two exhausted beings lying on the ground to catch their breath.
Vidor wasn't smug about it. Rather he was kind of sad. He would have been happy if he could have won over the little lady who was just a teenage girl.
Kaven offered his hand to Vidor, proud of his cousin that he could fight Freya Linwood Roosevelt for so long. He wouldn't call Roosevelts as born lucky or talented. The Roosevelts ladies need to focus on their aim to excel.
Freya was learning from a very young age. So Vidor was considered to be a strong opponent and swordsman.
Vidor slapped his hand away. He doubted if he would have fainted if they continued to fight any longer.
Kaven shrugged and offered his hand to Freya. The latter glanced at his face before taking his hand to help her stand.