47: Duel of Honor 3

The Whitemore triplets turned towards the skeptical Queen's guard, a smug look of satisfaction spread across their faces. "See, this is what we were talking about," they chorused, their earlier words proving prophetic.

The Queen's guard, his earlier bravado crumbling in the face of Val's impressive performance, could only mumble weakly in response. "It must be some trick... it has to be... Seraphim's attacks are lightning fast. They can't be dodged by a low-level warrior so effortlessly... not unless..."

He trailed off, a realization dawning on him. "Unless he has achieved the same level of physical fitness as a beast! You need to be an all-rounder to do that. He must've trained his body and honed his senses to perfection. Yes, that must be it!"

"Is dodging all you know?" Seraphim shouted at Val, his voice laced with frustration and disbelief.