"Swish. Swish."
On the training field, Zara sparred fiercely with Grace, their swords flashing under the bright sun. A confident smile played on Zara's lips, her eyes shining with sharp focus.
Grace's grin widened as she swung her massive sword with all her might—only to be forced back by Zara's swift counterattack.
With a sudden twist, Zara struck the handle of Grace's weapon. The sword slipped from Grace's grasp and clattered onto the ground. The impact caused the field beneath them to tremble slightly.
Nyssa, watching from the sidelines, clapped her hands. "Alright, Zara wins again."
Zara smirked, sheathing her sword with practiced ease. Grace, still grinning, charged forward, leaping into Zara's arms and wrapping her hands tightly around her neck.
Zara laughed softly, catching her by the waist and pulling her close. "See? I win again, Grace."
