Stepping onto the top floor's tower platform, Leon heard a series of swift, crisp clinks from Iron Boots.
Under the bright glow of the Crystal Stone Wall Lamp, the golden-haired girl's long sword became a flowing light, whirling with each motion.
The deadly yet elegant steps were still so pleasing to the eye.
Leon leaned against the wall, quietly appreciating Olivia's sword dance.
Only when a Furious Strike whizzed through the air and spiraled down did the girl finally stop her ever-changing sword stance and looked towards Leon.
She smiled apologetically and quickly sheathed her sword.
"Sorry, did you have to wait for me long? Have you finished your tasks?"
Leon shrugged indifferently, "No worries; I'm not in a rush to go back to sleep. Please, take your time to relax. If only I had a practice sword on hand, I'd join you for a few rounds."
