In his mind, he was executing a series of sharp, flowing strikes.
But each one was met with a clang-clang-clang as his sword was deflected.
The last swing even sent sparks flying.
Just when his wild onslaught paused, Ithnan's sword rushed toward him, and Damien deflected it with his own blade.
The sound of metal scraping echoed sharply, and intense sparks flew.
Wait, maybe he actually pretty good? Could he be a sword genius!?
No, Ithnan's strikes were just well-placed to make it easy for him to block it, Damien's rational side reminded him, but right now, he couldn't hear that part of himself.
He just relished the moment, feeling like a strong swordsman, enjoying the challenge with Ithnan.
After catching his breath, Damien decided it was time for a break and began to sheathe his sword. He glanced at Theo's younger brother, who was watching this scene with envy from behind the guards.
