Chapter 3: Disappointing Duel
Cyril agreed with her. He always took pride in his martial prowess, and testing his strength against someone of similar age was an interesting idea to him.
So he moved to the weapon rack near the wall. Cyril just picked up a spear when he noticed someone had chosen the same weapon.
It was that girl with auburn hair. She familiarly grabbed a wooden spear and faced him.
"Cyril, right? Good to see someone with the same weapon. It's fitting we have a duel; what do you think?" Her tone was friendly but confident.
Cyril remembered seeing her yesterday at the entrance. Some old professor was singing her praises. Her name was Myra.
"Sounds good." Since someone else challenged him, he could only accept it with a nod.
They made their way to a marked area for duels and stood on the opposite sides.
Under the eyes of the professor, they bowed to one another and readied themselves.
Soon he gave a signal to begin, and they quickly approached each other.
Cyril attacked first with a flurry of thrusts. Each strike was fast with great force behind it, but Myra with minimal movement dodged all of it and responded back
There was some weight behind her confidence. She was experienced and calm.