Chapter 92: A Masterpiece
Damon had a flushed face when he reached the training grounds. The knights looked at him curiously.
He watched as they were sparing and decided to join them to distract himself. Damon picked up his sword from the table and walked closer, rolling his wrist as he adjusted his grip. His opponent, a seasoned knight, stood ready, eyes sharp with anticipation. The moment Damon stepped into the ring, the knight lunged, aiming a powerful strike at his side.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Damon raised his blade, parrying the attack with a sharp clang. He countered immediately, twisting his wrist to angle a precise thrust toward the knight’s shoulder. His opponent barely managed to dodge, stepping back as Damon pressed forward with relentless strikes.
Their swords clashed again, each impact resonating through the training grounds. Damon’s movements were fluid yet aggressive—every attack carried weight, forcing his opponent onto the defensive. The knight attempted to break his rhythm, feinting left before swinging toward his exposed side, but Damon anticipated the move. He pivoted smoothly, dodging by a hair’s breadth before slamming his blade downward in a punishing arc.
The knight barely blocked in time, his arms shaking under the force. Damon didn’t relent. He struck again, each swing heavier, faster—pushing his opponent further back. Sparks flew as their blades slid against each other, locked in a battle for dominance.
Yes! That was it. The rhythm of the swords, the clinking of the metal. That was the solace he was looking for! His eyes started to shine and he added more pressure to his attacks making his opponent fluster.
"Did you hear that, lady Olivia had shared the carriage with the lord last night." a maid cleaning the arms in the distance whispered.
Her voice could have been ignored or even gotten unheard. Damon who did not care about gossip would never pay head to such words.
But for some reason, his head turned and felt a strange anger bubbling in his chest.