Looks like I win
The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the training grounds. I stood at the edge of the field, my eyes locked on Ciara. She was all sharp lines and controlled power, her body honed from countless battles.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from the way her muscles flexed , the sheen of sweat that made her skin glisten. There was something mesmerizing about her, something that made my pulse quicken.
But then Nathaniel's voice shattered the moment. "Ciara," he called out, the challenge clear in his tone. "How about a duel? Right here, right now."
I felt a flicker of irritation. Nathaniel was always pushing, always trying to assert himself, and it felt like he was doing too much. But Ciara didn't even hesitate. She turned to face him, a smirk playing on her lips, and nodded. "Alright, let's see what you've got," she said, her voice laced with confidence.