Zethar;
She tosses the sword playfully as she steps away from me.
"If you really want to vent… now is the time," she says with a smile, and I grit my teeth in annoyance.
She thinks she can withstand me?? Rich!
I think it's high time I destroy that illusion she has that she can control me in some way.
I lunge at her, and our blades meet harshly.
The clash rings out loudly, but unlike the soldier before her, Aunt Selthía does not stagger.
Her strength impressively holds, and her stance remains perfect.
Of course it does…
A part of me almost forgot that she used to be a warring monster.
She single-handedly trained armies, and as much as I hate to admit it, she helped shape Zephan and me into what we are today.
That, however, doesn't mean she's a match for how far I have personally taken myself.
I strike again, and this time, she blocks.
That irks me.
I strike for her open side, and once again, she blocks it.
Again, and again.
