A heavy, suffocating minute of absolute silence settled over the hallay.
Rex stood silently in front of Edri, his bruised knuckles raised in a high guard.
Opposite him, 3 Shydrym guards occupied the width of the corridor.
One wielded a standard iron longsword, the second held a massive, double-edged broadsword, and the third— a tall, scarred guard —simply leaned casually against the wall at the back of the hallway, a long steel spear resting over her shoulder.
Rex's mind raced through his fatigue, pulling up memories from his past training sessions.
***
(A weeks ago.)
"You see... here's a tip,(pls gift me.) Rex," Ardent had said, leaning against the arena railing while lazily twirling a wooden practice sword. "If you're ever forced to go hand-to-hand against an opponent holding a weapon—"
"I've fought people with weapons before," Rex interrupted flatly.
