Chapter 133: Height vs Skill
"It’s clear you’ve never faced a real opponent."
Whack!
"The amount of times you’ve left yourself open in this match alone is unbelievable!"
Slam!
Perhaps it was a bit too fun for Irene to bully her brother while they sparred. But when he looked at her smugly and made fun of her height, she had to show him what she had been up to for the past couple of years. She certainly wasn’t sitting around nearly as much as he was.
Sir Gunnar and Sir Arthur stood off to the side, observing the match that had been a long time coming after watching the children argue all morning and even through most of their warm-ups which resulted in them both having a few punishments as they went on.
Sir Arthur cleared off the practice yard before his children could go out so when they got there after getting warm clothes on, all that was left to do for them was to begin.
By that point, Arne’s arms were unbelievably fatigued. As he held his wooden sword over his head, fully intending to block his sister from the downward strike she was serving, his arms gave in to the downward force. He was reduced to a pile of mush with his sister victoriously sitting on top of him.
"I’m going to be sick!" he shouted.