"This ends here," Alice declared, her voice sharp. "Either your strength gives out, or my sword reaches your exposed chest first!"
"I have no plans to lose," I answered coolly.
And besides—wasn't it better I win? If Alice, a knight of the Draken Ducal Family, came out on top, the whispers of nepotism would spread like wildfire. A fair win from me would save her the criticism.
But…
"I can see it in your eyes," she hissed, "that pride. That greedy little spark."
Ah. I sighed inwardly.
She had completely misread my intentions. I wasn't trying to humiliate her. But I suppose risking your life against someone is a fast way to get on their bad side.
Clang!
Her longsword clashed against my short sword, ringing out loud and clear.
We locked blades, a test of strength. She narrowed her eyes, pushing with all her might. I gritted my teeth, giving just enough resistance to keep up the illusion.
While our swords clashed, I moved my free hand toward her side.
