The sun barely crests the horizon as two figures face each other in the open courtyard. The air is still, heavy with tension.
Vinson stood tall and stern, gripping his broadsword with practiced ease. Across from him, Kael, younger and agile, twirls his slender rapier in his fingers.
Clang! Their swords meet in a flash of steel.
Vinson wins with brute strength. William could hardly dodge his attacks. He faltered at intervals, the frustration etched on his face.
"Charge!
Vinson's voice was tense; William lurched at him, but he countered the attack with a quick lunge.
Vinson grins.
"Too slow."
He said, playing the sword between his fingers.
"I am only a learner." William growls.
"You came to the right tutor." Vinson says, then pivots and slashes in a wide arc. William ducks and ro
