Zara stood across from Grace, the light glinting off the blade in her hand. She took a deep breath and raised her sword into position, her feet shifting into a practiced stance.
Grace grinned wildly as she lifted a sword almost as tall as she was, the massive blade looking ridiculous in her small hands—but somehow, she made it work. Her crimson eyes gleamed with excitement.
"You ready, girl?" Grace smirked. "I won't go easy just because you're pretty."
Zara responded with a calm smile. "I wouldn't want you to little girl."
Grace narrow her eyes and shout, "who are you calling little girl"
Zara just smiled and dint answer,
From the sidelines, Nyssa rose from her seat and walked toward the two. Her voice rang out, clear and composed.
"Well then girls stop bickering. I'll be your referee."
lucy, still seated cross-legged beneath the shade, glanced around with a slight frown. "Clair… where's Edith? I haven't seen her since this morning."
