The ringing of blades caught the attention of most of the dragons, who went to watch the two warriors fighting the maids.
The young dragons had skills, and had been training all their young lives to be the best that they could be. But the maids were made with the [Gargoyle] spell, and were not only more agile than the kids, but faster and in some cases, smarter.
Landing a blow on them was not going to be easy.
Skirts twirled as they parried and dodged, easily swatting away skills and landing strikes on the guests with their blunted blades.
Karl had placed healing totems in the garden, so the bruises vanished within seconds. But the proud dragons did not forget the pain of being hit by the beastkin dressed as the lowest servants.
"Are those real beastkin?" One of the boys, a Sand Dragon Mage, asked as he watched them fight.
"Yes and no. They're Gargoyles. So, they're real and solid, but I didn't invite them here, I summoned them." Karl explained.
