As Zaila nodded in agreement, Zaaire darted toward her while drawing his steel bladed sword from the brown leather sheath he wore on his back. At the sight of this sudden movement audible gasps were heard from the tribe as the crowd came together, eyes wide and mouths agape, they watched the prince charge toward the princess. Zaaire, who's towering 6'4" height was intimidating to the average man, did not hold anything back as he began to swing at his sister with full force. His muscles bulged and rippled with every move he made. His smooth skin was the color of burnt cinnamon with hints of gold undertones that glistened in the South African sun. His smile was filled with teeth that were as white as the clouds that appear in the sky on a day where there would be no rain.
The prince was dressed in a royal blue matching shirt and pants set made from a lightweight linen material, it's loose fit was not appropriate for fighting. But when did Zaaire ever follow the rules? With a smirk on her face Zaila masterfully dodged each strike as Zaaire swung his sword towards her right. She stepped to her left as he missed again with the force he used to strike her making him stumble past her. Sending her a narrowed side eye, the prince effortlessly recovered his footing. "So big sis wants to put on a show," he chuckled to himself as he faced her.
As the princess drew her sword, her body heat slowly started to elevate as the nervousness began fleeting from her body. "Like we practiced," she mumbled to herself. While approaching Zaaire, the princess began her counter attacks by swinging her sword with both hands, slicing through the distance as she flew at her brother. A loud clanking sound rang out each time Zaaire's blade blocked her attempts. Audible reactions could be heard from the crowd. "When did she get this good?", the prince thought to himself while adjusting his stance. Zaaire now realizing that he underestimated his sister's strength, spun to his right to avoid another direct attack. As he began to counter the princess, he knocked the sword from her hands. "What is he doing?" the princess thought to herself somewhat annoyed. "This isn't what we practiced..." she continued to mumble, a slight smile appearing on her brother's lips. "Let's see how you perform in closer combat." He said excitedly. He lifted his shirt exposing his chiseled abs as he pulled a short blade out from the holster seen on his right hip.
Holding the knife within his right fist with the blade parallel to his forearm, Zaaire readied himself in a fighting stance. Seeing this Zaila followed suit. The princess who began her warrior training since the age of 7 was fully prepared to handle anything her brother tried to use against her. Amina, who was Zaila's closest friend and sparring partner, taught her how to properly use short blades since then. Having gone through warrior training since that early age, Zaila now at age of 17, was fully prepared to handle anything her brother tried to use against her.
Zaaire nodded at his sister with glistening eyes, "Ladies first." He said as his smile widened on his face. Taking a blade from her left thigh then gripping it within her left fist in the same manner as Zaaire. "With pleasure," she replied while sprinting towards him.