The moon was high as the clashing of steel and grunts of effort were heard at the training grounds. Ryre let out a boisterous laugh as he threw back his opponent. The muscular man, Garrat, only charged at him again with his sword held high.
More clanging followed as they continued to spar with each other well into the night.
“Tell me again about this girl?” Garrat asked as they pushed off each other once again.
“What’s more to tell? She’s beautiful in every sense; you’ve seen her at the performances.” Garrat rolled his eyes at his friend’s words and dodged an incoming attack with a grunt.
“Yes but how well do you truly know her?” Garrat suggested, “How well does she truly know you?”
That made Ryre pause for enough of a time that Garrat landed a harsh slap to his side with the blunt of his own sword.
