Some say the night is a child, but kids nowadays are taking it too seriously.
Two children were now breaking several rules just because they wanted to fight each other, hoping to beat their rival in the most brutal way possible.
Dante and Sara were in a private arena at the Academy; they sneaked into the place to finally decide who is the best among them and end that useless bet.
Dante was now drawing his Katana, and Sara wielding Durandal.
Both had already assumed their combat stances, and now, it was do or die.
Dante had been carefully analyzing Sara since they arrived; her posture was impeccable, and her strength could already be felt. With just one hand, she could lift Durandal effortlessly, as if it were a mere dagger, but in reality, it was a greatsword that anyone would find too heavy just by looking at it.
