"Fine! If it is a fight that you want, then I will give it to you! But don't think that I didn't improve from our last match!" Troy said as he got ready for battle, loosening his muscles.
Eliza stayed still and looked at him with a mocking glare. The domineering feeling that she gave off was unbelievable for all the people witnessing her fighting again. All of them were silent. The only sound that could be heard was that of the wind that moved her hair making her look even more beautiful.
Arslan looked at them a bit nervously. He trusted Eliza's strength, but, against Troy, everything could have happened, 'I hope she'll be fine.' He thought. At the same time he was anxious... the more he made his sister wait and the more he felt uneasy, 'She must feel so scared...'
