[Saber's POV]
The underground basement echoed with the sound of our daggers clashing.
Lukas and I faced off, and each of us locked one another in the intensity of the match. The crowd, consisting of kids around us, cheered, their voices mixing with the metallic ring of steel on steel, enjoying the show as much as we were.
The air between us tensed as I gripped my blade. I could feel Lukas studying my every movement, waiting for the smallest opening.
I made the first move, sending my dagger flashing toward him with precision. Lukas managed to dodge just in time, twisting to the side as my blade grazed the air where he had been. He countered almost immediately, but I sidestepped his strike effortlessly, keeping my grin intact.
"You're fast," Lukas muttered with a hint of surprise in his voice.
