She watched the racks but needed something to be comfortable with. Rosa sighed, knowing this was normal. The rival would not want their opponent to have the upper hand.
‘It seems I was expecting too much from this man.’ The Master was confident he would defeat her, but some tricks were still played to make certain of it.
Rosa finally understood why Darce was adamant about her skills in using other weapons. Rosa sat down in front of the rack and started working. She took something closer to the duels she used. Her eyes went to the whips. She took hold of the whip and slashed the end of it.
“Your Highness takes a long time to choose, I see.” The Master scoffed as he watched her with her hands folded in the middle.
Rosa did not care for his words and kept working. She made deadlocks at the end of each sword and tied the other end with her wrist. Her hands were fast as she cut the whip's middle.