“Draw your blade father, let us begin.” Heart urged, noticing the man she had admired for so long seemed much slower than he had in the past. Her mind immediately started to race with possible reasons, but she already had a fairly good idea. Her gaze shifted to Drios, who seemed eager for her to lose, and yet his lack of confidence was clear as he inched towards the door.
“Xutag, do not let the target escape. He is to be held here until I have finished my battle. I refuse to let any potential spy from our enemy get away.” She was cut off by her father charging and bringing his blade down against her axe.
“Ah there it is, the strength that inspired me as a child. Alright old man, let us see what you’ve got.” Heart chimed, a wicked grin pulling at her lips.
Their weapons clashed, a song
