The paladin

"How?"

-----✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Third Person POV *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧-----

"Level 5! 2 Gladiators" Keith yelled as two dropped down. He looked over at y/n and smiled

"you ready for this?" He questioned with a smirk

"the true question here is "are you ready?" i said back as i lashed out at the robot

"your on!" he shouted as he joined in.

we where in the middle of level 7 when we started another conversation

"your getting better" Keith commented

"Practice makes perfect!" y/n answered as she dodged the sword

"But your still not as good as me" He said with a laugh as he took down his gladiator with one final swing with his sword cutting it in half vertically

He then leaned on the wall and watched me as firstly wacked the robot with my bow to get him further away to then strike it in the head with an arrow to finish it off. It was only after a couple of training lessons that my Bayard changed to have some blades on it for 1 v 1 combat,

i turned to him annoyed

"only because you can defeat them faster does not mean that you are better" i say leaning on the wall

"bbbbbuuuuuuuutttttttt- you have only defeated me once" he said back with a smirk

"still!- I'm getting better!-you cant just-" y/n stopped herself

"It doesn't seem like talking will settle any of this." y/n sighed.

"Probably not," Keith agreed, making his way over to her.

y/n smirked once he stopped in front of her.

"Then I guess we'll have to settle this in the next best way," y/n told him.

Keith raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"This," y/n answered, striking fast.

Before Keith could figure out what was happening, y/n fist connected harshly with his face. The quickness and surprise of the blow sent him backwards a bit until he recovered his balance and straightened himself.

Keith rubbed the spot where she'd hit him. "Is that how you want to settle this?" he asked her, causing her more confusion

"Yes, this is how I want to settle it. Was my right hook not loud enough for you?" y/n answered him, proving that she meant it by trying to take another swing at him. "How about now?"

This time he intercepted it, her fist hitting the palm of his hand instead of his face again. He locked her hand in his grasp, taking a step closer to her until he was in her personal space.

"Alright, fine. If this is really what you want....you've got it," he spoke in a quiet, husky voice that oddly enough sent a shock right through her body and straight to her core.

"Good," y/n replied, yanking her hand out of his grasp and sneaking in another punch with her opposite hand. "Bring it on!"

After that, they both expected the other to make a move. They moved in circles, keeping their eyes glued to each others. Every time one of them would make a move, the other would be right there with them. It was as if they were mirrored images of one another. They knew each others moves at the same time, and they executed the defence perfectly. As much as they where battling for victory, Laughing could be heard throughout the castle. They both were having fun until there is always one thing stopping it.