The man put gave Storm to Sebastiene and followed me to the middle. His steps were light and barely left any foot prints on the ground.
"I would like it if you fight me seriously." I told him when we stood facing each other.
"I'm afraid the training ground be destroyed if I go all out." He replied calmly.
His words were not spoken with arrogance but with self-confidence and experience, but it still pissed me off a little.
"Don't worry about it, the entire training ground is protected by a barrier that could withstand even a demon king's attack." I assured him. "Besides, Sebastiene and Loki are here in case it breaks."
The man turned to look at the two butlers standing beside mother looking like idiots in uniform.
"They are quite strong indeed." The man turned to look at me again. "But you are just a little girl, young lady. I am afraid that you will get hurt just by releasing my bloodlust."
"Don't worry about me." I said and extended my right hand sideward and Summoned Heyva Sor. "Just think of yourself."
"That's one heck of a weapon you got there, young lady." Vince remarked with interest.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" I caressed my scythe. "She was gifted to me."
"Beautiful but lethal." Vince replied with a nod. "You sure you can use it? It looks heavy."
In general, scythes are not very practical weapons. For one, a scythe is heavy and is hard to balance when swinging around. Two, a scythe's sharp edge is facing the wielder while the blunt edge is facing the opponent. Third, most scythe have wooden handles and could easily be sliced with a sword.
Unfortunately, my scythe is the opposite of all those mentioned above. Heyva Sor is a scythe that changes itself physically in accordance to my needs and movements. It does not have any blunt edges so whoever gets hit with any part of the blade, gets wounded. The handle was not made of wood but of a god's horn that can never be broken by any weapon.
"Don't worry about it." I turned to look at him. "Get ready."
Vince took out his weapons, two double edge claw knives with black blade and black leather handles. The knives were emitting a very sinister feeling, like it had lives of their own.
Athy let out an amused smirk.
"Cute." I said and dashed straight to Vince
I swung my scythe like it was weightless which surprised Vince Wicke but he was able to dodge, the blade barely missed his throat. Vince touched his neck where the blade almost grazed.
"Hmmm.. I missed." I frowned and mumbled to myself.
Vince narrowed his eyes at me, his grip on the knives tightened.
"If you don't get serious, I might accidentally kill you." I warned.
Vince rubbed his neck and the air around him changed. He felt dangerous.
"That's better." I smiled coldly and rushed to him.
I bombarded him with my attacks yet he dodged and blocked them easily.
"Still not taking me seriously?" I muttered.
"So are you, my lady." He answered calmly. "I'm a fighter my whole life, you don't really think I wouldn't know if someone is toying with me right?"
'Ahhh.. That's why.'
I held Heyva Sor with both hands. If I want to fight him seriously, I need to be serious myself.
"If you don't fight seriously, I'm going to kill you." I rushed at him.
Unlike our earlier exchange, our attacks are now fiercer and faster. We exchanged blows for what seems to be a long time before leaped back facing each other.
The edge of my skirt was ripped while his right sleeve was torn.
"Indeed, you are a strong one, young lady." Vince commented as he put away his knives.
"So are you." I replied as I cancelled Heyva Sor. "What can you say about my fighting skills?"
"You rely too much on your weapon." He responded honestly. "Your weapon adjusts to you which makes you strong, but it would be a different case if you are using a different weapon."
I nodded thoughtfully. It is true that Heyva Sor is complementing my strength by its own, adjusting itself to my movements. It is also true that I have no idea how to use other weapons since I never had the need to.
"I understand, thank you." I thanked him for his pointers. Those things, I need to train to make myself stronger and not rely on Heyva Sor.
Vince held the tip on his hat and nodded slightly.
"No problem." He replied.
When I turned to look at my mother, I noticed that Mel was also there. I did not even notice her arrive.
"Good job." She remarked with a lazy smile before turning to face Vince Wicke. "Thank you for allowing my sister to spar with you."
"No problem, lady Castellan." Vince replied as he took Storm from Sebastiene again. "It's time we leave."
Mother stood up with Frost in her arms and she petted Storm's head one last time.
"Come and let Storm visit Frost when you come by our territory, alright?" She told the mercenary to just nod his head. His expression softened a little.
"Thank you, your grace." He said and left with the beagle Storm and we have no idea when we will see them again.