Berserk

In the Gregorian Calendar: 7th August, 1723

"You do not understand, Safiye!"

"I understand perfectly," I shout and thrust the sword at her.

She parries. "The treasury's ledger was stolen! Do you know how scared I was? Who would I suspect instead of you?"

I don't say anything for a long while, focusing on the dueling. I don't want to admit, but I am having a hard time against Anisa. The only person I was no match for before was my father. She can't be better than me! I've been training since childhood!

I ask with clenched teeth. "How's Fatma?"

She looks a bit distracted. I take the chance and swing at the head...

Her height is at her advantage. She dodges and parries, then locks the point to my hilt and twists. I crouch down and gasp in pain. I held the hilt too tight, so instead of releasing the sword my wrist twisted painfully. No way...she wanted me to take the bait!