“What is it, Fauques? Can’t deny the truth now, can you?” Tenor continued. Fauques took a deep breath, and both knights rushed towards the sword, fully aware that the individual who failed would be at a huge disadvantage. Just a few steps away, Tenor leapt towards the sword, catching it just in time even as he laid sprawled on the floor from the leap. Fauques backed away quickly, just as Tenor stood up with a cocky grin on his face. “Maybe you aren’t so great after all.”
Fauqeus gritted his teeth, trying to stay calm. Tenor swung the sword around, testing its weight and how it felt in his hands. “Don’t be too confident now, Tenor. You might have the sword, but a sword is nothing if the swordsman does not know how to wield it.” Tenor let out a loud laugh, amused by Fauques’ comments.
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