The tension between us snapped like a drawn wire.
Her eyes narrowed—just slightly—but it was enough. That flicker of curiosity. Of calculation.
She knew.
She felt it too.
I stepped back slowly, letting my breathing settle despite the fire raging in my lungs. My arms trembled from the weight of my weapons, and sweat mixed with the blood running down my cheek.
But I smiled.
"You're not the only one who prepared."
She didn't reply, but her blade rose again—ready, cautious now. Not because she was scared. Because she was respectful.
She knew I wasn't bluffing.
I lowered my stance, sliding my dagger into its sheath. With one hand, I gripped the hilt of my short sword.
As soon as I was about to put my second hand in my pocket, She dashed towards me in instant and swing her sword.
Clang!
...But I managed to blocked her attacked.
"I don't know how but somehow you managed break the armour of your opponents with some kind of relic. Do you think I would let you use that on me?"
