Kevin's POV
"You brought a sword I see… You really should have gone to Texan. You aren't ready to fight me, young boy," she announced. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince me. The tigers brought their heads lower to challenge me, brandishing their claws and flashing sets of sharp teeth. They looked menacing as they stalked me, their eyes blood red like the others, drooling uncontrollably.
"Hiding behind these beasts is not a good look for you," I smirked, getting ready for them with my sword in one hand and the other free. This was the first time I was feeling a slight change in the weight of the sword. If it wasn't for me being a Serifian, this blade must have been weighing me down.
"What material is that sword made from, boy?"
"I'm not sure, but I do hear that it's one of the best swords that the place has to offer," I replied, wondering what she hoped to get from the odd question.
