『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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"Let's do this," said Visenya, cracking her knuckles and crunching down to stretch. "You and me. The last one standing wins."
Baelor chuckled, stretching his arms above his head. "May the gods have mercy on you, sister."
Visenya raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Mercy? I don't know what is mercy," she said, taking her practice sword in hand.
"Just so you know, I don't have time to dry your tears later. I promised Alyssa and Laena to take them on a flight." Baelor took his own wooden sword.
"Well, maybe you should ask Maekar to do it instead. Because you will be broken bones when I am finished with you," she retorted, her eyes narrowing with determination. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to leave you enough energy to cry for mercy."
"I would like to see you try, sis," Baelor replied with a smirk, tightening his grip on the sword.
"On three," she said. Baelor nodded, readying himself for the impending duel.
"One... two..." he counted down, anticipation building between them.
"Three!" she called out, already lunging forward with her sword raised high, aiming for Baelor's shoulder.
Baelor, who was used to her playing foul, swiftly sidestepped her attack and countered with a swift swing towards her exposed flank. However, she skillfully parried his strike and retaliated with a lightning-fast thrust towards his chest, forcing him to leap back to avoid being impaled.
He let out a chuckle and said, "You've improved since our last duel." Baelor's confidence grew as he analysed her movements, searching for an opening to exploit. He feigned a low strike, causing her to momentarily lower her guard, and then swiftly changed direction with a high overhead swing aimed at her head.
She blocked it with a well-timed parry, using her sword to deflect the blow just in time. "Can't say the same about you." Undeterred, Baelor quickly recovered and launched a series of rapid attacks, testing her defences. The intensity of their duel escalated as they matched each other's skill and determination, neither willing to give an inch.
They moved over the training yard almost as if dancing to the rhythm of their clash. Each step was deliberate, each strike calculated, as they sought to outmaneuver and overpower one another.
She feinted to the left, causing Baelor to momentarily lose his balance. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly lunged forward, aiming for his exposed side. However, Baelor anticipated her move and managed to evade her attack with a graceful sidestep. She struck again, this time harder. Baelor parried her strike with equal force, their wooden swords clashing together with a resounding thud.
