I took in the surroundings. A few carts and crates were upturned on the street side, some of the goods scattered all over the ground. The wall of the building opposite us had large chips and cracks on its surface, probably from when one of them had been thrown outside earlier. I could hear the fading screams and shouts of people who had fled the scene, along with that of mine coming from inside me.
A strong gust of wind knocked me back, and I nearly fell to the ground if it weren't for Lira pinning my shoulders down. The sudden force was due to the impact that was caused by Galen's sword hitting Ras' own sword. Their faces were very close to each other, both taut with challenge and focus. Sparks flew from the place upon which their blades met, and it was already obvious that neither of them had any plans of losing this fight.
"I've always wanted to wipe that smug look off your face, Captain," Galen snarled, teeth bared.
