"Greetings, Field Marshal!" her eyes flicked once at my sight. Her lips elegantly curled on one side.
"Haven't you heard about the rules? My practise ground is not for others to wander around," she said slightly raising her eyebrows.
"Forgive me, Your Highness. I thought you might need me here," I replied.
"What for?" she titled her head.
"To practise of course," I swiftly creased my brows.
Athena pulled away the sword nodding her head. "Practise," she muttered. "We should practise," she grabbed her index finger across the edge of her shiny sword. "Pick yours," she pointed to her left with her eyes.
I looked in the direction she pointed. I soon understood that it wasn't just a practice ground but an armoury. Many weapons were exhibited to my eyes on the board behind her. They were all new and of great quality. They were all shiny and sharp, just like her personality.
"Does your Highness expect a dual?" I looked at her.
