Until now, Eve had never fought with any person. She knew a time would come, when she would have to be ready, when she would face the man who had killed her mother. One had to go through the small trials before facing the bigger one.
"Okay," Eve agreed to Vincent's grandmother, taking upon the woman's proposal to have a friendly spar.
If things went out of hand, there was Vincent in the room. When her eyes moved to look at him, she noticed the pride in his eyes for her, which gave her courage.
"Let us fight with each other, Lady Ravette," Eve offered the elderly woman a bow.
"I wonder if it is arrogance or confidence that speaks," Lady Ravette responded to Eve's words and said, "You can pick whatever you want from here to protect yourself against me, while I will not use anything except rely on myself. Do you agree?"
Eve nodded to the vampiress's words, "Agreed."
