Estelle stood in the clearing, across from the High Maiden with a sword gripped tightly in her hand.
The hoots from the nymphs to support their clan leader echoed loudly all around Estelle.
Estelle sucked in a deep breath, calming her heart and blocking out all the sounds from around the clearing to focus only on the battle at hand.
The High Maiden stood there, calm and poised with hands placed gracefully at her front.
Her expression was perfectly confident, Estelle could see the High Maiden did not believe Estelle stood a chance against her.
For good reason too, considering the significant fact that Estelle was not a being blessed with magic.
Estelle also had her own doubts, but she had left them at the other side of the clearing right before she stepped into the center.
Now, all that mattered to Estelle was putting all she had and all she had been taught to use.
