In a training yard of the castle, it was surrounded by seven feet walls, and the ground was covered entirely with well mowed grass. Asher stood holding a normal iron sword, he was facing Sofia who was holding a similar sword.
"Okay, begin." Asher said in a relaxed tone, using his sword like a walking stick, he tilted to the side, as his palm rested on it.
Sofia saw his relax and nonchalant attitude, she realized that he wasn't taking her seriously. A frown crept onto her face, and the determination to make him take her seriously sprouted in her heart.
She dashed towards Asher, holding her sword at her side, when she got within range of Asher, she planted her foot into the the ground, and then made a diagonal slash upwards. Asher took a step back, the sword passed right Infront of him, so close yet so far.
