"Am I at any risk if I go out?" She asked after snapping herself out of her disturbing thoughts. She was quite I settled after all as she learned of this newfound developnt, but then again, she reasoned she might be overthinking and the poor man was actually playing his cards right to continue fooling her with their lies.
It made her swell up with anger for a mont but then when she rembered his sincere gaze as he spoke of protecting her and promising to help her regain her mories, her anger dissolved.
"You won’t be, but you might put others in danger when he..." He trailed off, pressing his lips in a thin line as he lost control of what he was spouting out for a second there.
Confusion was etched on Rama’s face "Who is ’he’?"
"Rama, please no more questions." Dalen pleaded as he groaned.
"Fine, only if you promise never to lie to again. You don’t have to tell the truth now, but just don’t fill my head with lies." Rama voiced out fiercely.
"I promise."
"So I can leave the castle now, can’t I?" She asked, enthusiasm lighting up her jade eyes as she exclaid in excitent.
His pupils dilated in dissatisfaction and his lips curled "You want to leave the castle?" His voice resonated with suppressed hurt as he spoke.
"I didn’t an for good, I still want to go back to the ruins and see if I can find anything useful." She explained, noticing how solemn his deanor switched to.
Imdiately she spoke, his glum countenance rapidly switched into a relaxed one "Oh, right. But still it could be dangerous to go out of the castle, they’re enemies of soone close to you that would want you dead, but I can’t say anymore so just know it’s dangerous."
"I understand, so when can we leave? It won’t take long after all." She said, shoving aside his warning.
"Like I said, when you’re fully trained." He intoned.
"But I am fully trained." She argued.
"Are you?" He asked sarcastically.
"Yes, I am!" She exclaid confidently.
"How can you prove it? I’ve only trained you but we’ve never had a real sparring session." He pointed out.
Her eyes hardened with zeal "Let’s spar then and if I win, we leave imdiately to the ruins." Rama suggested with certainty exuding from her aura.
"Fine then."
"I’ll be waiting for you in the training ground then." She said and before he could say anything else, she rose from her seat and walked away.
He scoffed in amusent before going after her with a fond look gleaming in his silver gaze.
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting its golden rays over the training grounds of the Castle. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers, mingling with the crispness of the impending autumn. At the heart of the courtyard stood the two figures, each poised with swords in hand, ready to engage in a dance of skill and strategy.
Rama, with eyes fierce and sharp possessed an air of grace as she wielded her sword, her black wavy hair cascading over her shoulders like a midnight waterfall. Her jade eyes shone with determination, reflecting the spark of excitent as she faced her opponent. Her lithe fra moved with an effortless elegance, exuding confidence despite the daunting task ahead, knowing how skilled he was, while on the other hand, she was a new trainee making the odds against her quite a hassle but the fact that she was a warrior before she lost her mories comforted her.
Facing her stood the promising swordsman, Lord Dalen, who was known for his prowess and wisdom and to worsen her situation, he was actually the leader in charge of the military position of the kingdom. His white hair streaked with silver danced with the soft breeze. His silver-tinted grey eyes held a depth of experience, observing Ramaa with a mixture of respect and anticipation.
The clash of steel echoed through the courtyard as the spar comnced. Rama lunged forward, her movents swift and precise, aiming for an opening in Lord Dalen’s defenses. Her footwork was nimble, evading his calculated strikes with finesse. Each swing of her blade was deliberate, a testant to the training she had received under the guidance of the castle’s finest instructors.
Dalen countered with seasoned expertise, his strikes a blend of strength and strategy. His swordmanship was a masterclass, deflecting Rama’s advances while analyzing her technique.
He tested her with feints and parries, challenging her skills and adaptability, but without her knowledge, he refrained from putting in too much amount of effort while attacking.
The dance continued, their swords a blur of steel in the fading light. Rama’s determination never wavered, her focus unwavering as she sought an opportunity to turn the tide in her favor. With each exchange, she learned from Dalen’s movents, adjusting her tactics accordingly.
The session comnced with a flurry of movents, a dance of steel as they circled each other, searching for an opening. Rama moved lightly , her footwork agile and deliberate, as she parried and countered with fluidity reminiscent of a seasoned duelist. Her strikes were calculated, and aid with precision, each one a testant to her honed skill and focused determination.
Dalen, though seemingly more grounded in his stance, matched her moves with a veteran’s expertise. His strikes were forceful, calculated to test her defenses and probe for vulnerabilities. His years of combat experience were evident in the economy of his movents, each swing purposeful and strategic, seeking an opportunity to outmaneuver his opponent, but his withdrawal to put in real effort was unnoticed as she focused solely on defeating him.
The clashing of their swords reverberated through the air, the sound punctuated by the occasional grunt of effort. Their swords sang a symphony of battle, each clash a testant to their unwavering resolve. The dust stirred around them, a testant to the intensity of their sparring, as they danced across the training yard with a grace that belied the brutality of their intent.
As the spar progressed, Rama’s focus remained unwavering. With each strike parried and every feint countered, she began to decipher Dalen’s patterns. Her movents beca more calculated, anticipating his strikes with a quickness that belied her years. She exploited his montary lapses, exploiting small openings he unknowingly revealed.
In a decisive mont, as Dalen launched a powerful overhead strike, Rama swiftly sidestepped, pivoting with the grace of a feline. With a lightning-fast maneuver, she countered with a series of precise strikes aid at disarming her opponent. Her strikes, a culmination of agility and precision, found their mark, causing lord Dalen’s sword to fly from his grasp, clattering against the ground.
The training yard fell into a montary hush as the two combatants paused, chests heaving, sweat glistening upon their brows. Lord Dalen, with a nod of acknowledgnt, offered a warm smile, acknowledging her victory with a sense of respect and pride. Rama, with a mixture of relief and elation, returned the gesture, her jade eyes sparkling with the thrill of triumph.
A mont of silence enveloped the courtyard, broken only by the sound of their labored breaths. Dalen’s eyes held a twinkle of pride as he nodded in acknowledgnt of Rama’s skill.
In that fleeting mont, Rama’s heart swelled with pride and gratitude. She had proven herself, not just as a skilled swordswoman but as a worthy contender in the realm of combat. The victory was more than just a spar; it symbolized her dedication, perseverance, and the realization of her potential.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and purple across the sky, Rama’s black wavy hair caught the last glimr of daylight. Her jade eyes glead with a newfound sense of accomplishnt, marking this mont as a turning point in her journey as a warrior in the fantastical world she inhabited.
"That was impressive, you’re ready it seems." Dalen praised with a smile tearing faintly through his lips.
Struggling to catch her breath, she sat on a bench while peering her eyes at him from under her thick lashes.
"Do you think I’m stupid?" She blurted out in a hoarse voice as she breathed out raggedly.
He tilted his head in confusion.
"You promised." She said breathlessly, while she paused to suck in a good amount of air.
"What are you talking about, Rama?" He asked in genuine curiosity.
"You promised never to lie again, why did you lie?" She shot at him as she jolted from her seat.
"Lie about what Rama?" He asked as he stood akimbo, but rather than paying attention, she couldn’t help but wonder why he wasn’t as breathless as her, neither was he breaking a sweat.
"About winning the spar just now, you shouldn’t have held back for , why did you do it?" She blurted out as she ran her fingers through her sleek hair, leaving him dazed for a mont before he ca back to his senses.
"Whether I did or not, you can finally explore and moreover, I did that because obviously, you can’t beat . It’s impossible, especially since you haven’t regained your mories." Dalen remarked thoughtfully.
"Fine then, when I regain my mories, we’ll have a real spar, deal?" She said with a confident smirk as she extended her hand to him for a shake.
Shaking her hand, he said "Deal!"
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