[Zafira's POV]
She brought her sword upward, parrying an attack and dashing backward.
The opponent in front of her wasn't just strong, he was easily one of the strongest she'd ever faced.
"What's your name?" Zafira asked, twirling her sword and wiping the trickle of blood from her mouth.
"Donovan," the man replied, steadying his sword. "Though you might know me by the more formal title. The first Grandmaster swordsman."
"Ooh... yeah, that makes more sense," Zafira remarked with a sigh. "I was wondering why I couldn't land a hit on you."
Donovan shrugged. "It's impressive you were able to keep up with my attacks, even if I wasn't using aura."
"Well, neither have I," Zafira replied with a faint smirk, causing Donovan's eyes to widen.
"You can wield aura? Are you a Master swordsman?" Donovan asked, amused. "Here I thought there were only a handful... who knew a ruler such as yourself could reach this height."
