The tarps above the sand were taken off and a few rounds between the Thundering Blade and Ashen Whisper had already been completed, barely breaking a sweat in the cold air of the subsided rain in the early evening.
The hustle and bustle of the palace were busy being informed of what was to occur in the following days. Arabella puffed out a breath and put her hand up, sheathing her sabre.
"Done already? That was barely warmup," Jotou smirked and sheathed the armite sword.
Arabella rolled her eyes and beckoned her hand for Jotou to follow her somewhere…
"What is it?" Jotou knitted her brows before taking steps forward. Through some equipment and crates she was led behind, mostly out of sight of any possible onlookers.
The shadows covered this portion as Jotou kept her guard up—eyeing her surroundings, the roof overhead, the boxes of equipment and other supplies.
