The sounds of colliding brass echoed within the gymnasium, and Astrid's deep breath infected the room.
"Come on, Astrid, or do you want to embarrass yourself in front of your future husband?" Neil said.
He was just joking, but such a phrase seemed to mess with Astrid, who was left with her face red and her breath even more irregular.
"Don't mess with me," she said.
Neil was teaching her how to fight using swords and other old-school weapons, as those were the powerful ones which people often enchanted to use while facing beasts.
The times of firearms being the deadliest were long gone, and the real danger was a sharp blade, not a cannon.
While the two were training, each displaying their skill, crafted by countless hours of harsh training, Damian sat on the gym bleachers, watching everything with his mouth gaped and his heart pounding with excitement.
