"Pick up the sword; I'm ready to warm up."
Blake flickered his eyes, swinging his sword a couple of times. The air whistled with each strike.
"..."
"...So?"
With a purse of his lips, Elijah moved to the weapon rack and picked up one of the swords available before moving back toward the center of the arena.
His eyes would continuously flicker toward the stands.
"What's wrong...? You're usually not this passive."
His strange behavior didn't go unnoticed by Blake, who turned his head to look at the stands.
That was when he finally saw it.
"Ah."
And he smiled.
"So you've got company."
"..."
"I thought you'd always be alone. I didn't expect such a sight. She's quite pretty, too..."
Not exactly extremely pretty, but pretty enough. At least, she seemed too good for him. She seemed to be talking with a man wearing a mask and hat. A relative perhaps?
