Within a circular hall, two people were sparring with each other. A bulky man three meters tall wielded a greatsword while a slim woman in her fitting silver vest was using a rapier.
Despite the difference in weapons' sizes, the greatsword wielder seemed to have a hard time keeping up with the rapier user.
After a hundred moves or so, a simple parry from the rapier disarmed the greatsword with ease.
The greatsword left Calabrone's hands, ending the exchange before he could recover his guard. Vespa still had her rapier under control. The difference between their weapons had offered him no protection from her precision; the larger blade had only made his loss more conspicuous in the circular hall.
The muscular man knelt on both knees, panting and puffing: "Your strength has yet again risen to another level, Commander Vespa. It won't be long before you reach level n—."
