"Start the match," I commanded, and the arena became full of clashes and clangs of metal.
With the first move, their blades locked together, as they stared into each other's eyes, looking for any weaknesses. She broke the hold, by pushing him off, then tried to go right, yet was met with another hold.
"Ugh, when will you stop with these holds." She growled while backing up carefully, with their swords clashing, gusts of winds could be felt where I was standing.
Rebecca was constantly watching the footwork of her opponent, and she was right, Prince Raymond was someone at her level. One that should not be underestimated. Watching her carefully plan her next move had me on my toes.
Their blades clashed, as they stepped toward each other, and both of them looking for vital spots, and left no openings. Rebecca took the first step, by doing a false front step, then dodged left, and locked their blades together.
