"Hahh!!! Just give up already!!!" I exclaimed. We've been fighting for the last forty minutes and no one was on the ground yet. The sun also threatening to set. "Why should I?! You surrender!" Knox also didn't have any plans of giving up in the future any soon.
"Okay, then. Take this!" I charged toward him and his grip on the sword also got tighter. Our swords clashed and...
*Crash*
Both of our swords were broken! And we were standing dumbfounded, wondering what in the world happened.
*Clap-Clap*
A round of applause could be heard and Grandpa Flyn also walked toward us with a proud expression on his face, "Really good match! You both are our best swordsmen. I'm proud of you" Grandpa Flyn complimented us and we both looked at each other in shock.
'Did he just compliment us?' I eyed Knox. 'I think so?' he also replied with his eyes.
