The training courtyard of the Ashenblade estate was alive with anticipation. The family’s elite soldiers lined the perimeter, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism. News of Damien’s return—and his newfound strength—had spread quickly. Today, they would witness the first test.
Selene stood across from Damien, her crimson cloak billowing in the light morning breeze. Her signature twin daggers gleamed in the sunlight, their intricate designs a testament to her mastery of speed and precision.
“You sure you’re ready for this, little brother?” she teased, twirling one dagger effortlessly.
Damien smirked, gripping Ebonfang tightly. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
Selene’s stance shifted in an instant, her playful demeanor replaced by the deadly focus of a seasoned Hunter. “Don’t hold back,” she warned.
The signal to begin rang out, and Selene moved first, a blur of red as she darted forward. Damien barely had time to react, raising his blade to parry her rapid strikes. The sound of steel clashing filled the courtyard as Selene’s daggers danced around him, probing for an opening.
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Damien countered with a sweeping slash, forcing her to backflip out of range. He pressed the attack, his movements fluid yet powerful. Selene, however, was faster, slipping past his guard to land a shallow cut on his arm.
“First blood,” she said with a grin, though her eyes betrayed her growing respect for his skill.
Damien didn’t falter. He adjusted his footing, channeling his energy into precise, calculated strikes. The battle became a blur of motion, each sibling testing the other’s limits. Selene’s speed was matched by Damien’s newfound agility, their movements a deadly dance of offense and defense.
Finally, they broke apart, both breathing heavily. The soldiers watching murmured among themselves, clearly impressed. Selene wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and grinned.
“You’ve improved,” she admitted. “But let’s see how you handle this.”
She darted in again, but this time, Damien anticipated her move. He sidestepped and delivered a powerful strike that forced her to block with both daggers, the impact driving her back.
The fight continued for several more intense minutes, neither willing to give an inch. In the end, they both landed simultaneous blows—Selene’s dagger grazing Damien’s side as Ebonfang’s flat edge tapped her ribs.
Alaric raised his hand, signaling the match’s end. “A tie,” he announced, his voice carrying a note of approval.
The soldiers erupted in applause, their respect for Damien visibly growing. Selene approached him, offering a hand. “Well fought,” she said. “You’ve earned it.”