'No...it can't be them.' As fast as the name of that family came to mind, Damon dismissed it instantly. There was no way for any child of the Langston family to be here.

First of, the Grand duke Langston has seven children. The only child amongst those seven that fitted this little figure in his front, would be the weak fourth young lady.

According to information, her age should probably be around seven or eight or even nine.

Besides that, it was rumored that a succession battle had recently happened between the fourth young lady and the fourth young master.

Whether she was alive or dead, was something that no one knew, not even himself. The Langston family had always been tight-lipped about their businesses. Only they would know of the fourth young lady's current state.

Besides that, she was rumored to be very weak.

The weakest child of the Langston family. There was no way for someone that weak to be this little figure in his front.

''Are you just going to stand or battle, Damon?'' The familiar voice of the little figure pulled him out from his thoughts. ''I am getting bored here.'' The same voice followed after with a complaint.

''....Ha..'' This was quite funny to Damon as he seemed to have the upper hand with his strong built and size, yet the little figure was complaining, as though he was nothing in her eyes.

This somewhat stabbed his ego as a man.

''Allow me to tone down that arrogance of yours, young lady.'' Since she wanted to fight, then he would give her one. As for her identity, he would have to dismiss it for now, and concentrate on the present.

She shouldn't come complaining and crying after he wins the battle.

Staring at the man who suddenly appeared in her front with his blade ready to strike, the grin on Raven's lips widened at that.

'Now that's more like it...' She thought, ready to block the strike.

*Clank*

Blades clashed and screeching sounds followed after. The battle continued with clashing and more clashing of blades, both of daggers and a sword.

Raven wasn't giving any leeway to Damon. From the top of his head to the tip of his toes, she targeted everywhere with her small knives and daggers.

Damon, on the other, managed to fend off every attacks, and strike one of his own. Though it was really hard to land them easily as the little figure was faster than him in striking.

If there was one thing that he had to praise about the young lady was her speed, and her size. In this battle, while his advantage was his experience, size and built, his opponent's advantage was her speed and her little figure.

He had to admit, she was very fast and quick with hands and on her feet.

To the point that she was getting annoyed with how easily she fends off his attacks. Damon was staring to doubt if she was not putting enough as he increased his strength and power at every moment.

As for what he said about being lenient, those words had been thrown out of his head when the small knives almost stabbed his shoulder.

'He's good..' Raven complimented in her mind. Though she caught some of Damon's weaknesses, that did not mean that he wasn't good.

He would be a good teacher for Kieran once she got him on her side.

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'I'm good as well.' She did not forget to compliment herself. Damon might be good for an assassin, but she who recently began training this body did good in fending off his strong attacks.

Well...she was the one who trained this body, and her experience also played a major factor.

However...

There was a downside.

She was staring to get tired....No...this body of hers was getting tired little by little.

It was very understandable, since the body was merely eight years old, unlike her old body from her past life.

That body had been trained to last many days without sleep, water and food in a battle. As an assassin, sleep was the number one enemy.

An assassin could never sleep, when the person could be dead in the next second. Back in her previous world, she had almost died many times as a child.

It was very different from this current body of hers that was never used to such extreme measures.

Anyway, this little downside wasn't something that she couldn't handle.

Perhaps she should start using her actual skills. Skills that she had learned from that hateful place in every single day of life.

However, Raven was sure that those skills wouldn't effective on the likes of Damon. She didn't have the power and strength to use them to their full potential.

Regardless, she would use them, and also another one of her tricks up her sleeves. She wouldn't be Chaos underneath the shell of Raven Langston if she stayed true to rules.

With a distance between them, Raven took a deep breath to clear her mind, and channeled every concentration within her entire body.

Though her eyes were focused, they weren't entirely fixed on him. Rather they were clouded as though she had been thrusted back to the past.

The past where she learned this thwarted form of an actual fighting style.

With daggers on both hands, her legs parted away from each other with a little distance between, and her knees bent a bit. Following this, her body went still as though she was waiting.

Waiting for the first strike.

Damon didn't think anything weird of about her sudden change of style and went in for the strike. As usual blades clashed against each other, and Raven slid up hers against Damons'. Doing that, her leg suddenly rose up, coming for Damon's other knee that he wasn't putting any attention upon.

When he noticed that, it was a little too late as Raven's foot heavily descended on the knee, specifically targeting the knee caps, precisely with the sole of her boot.

In response, Damon had to quickly put a distance between them. Shaking the same leg, he looked at the little figure, tilting his head as though lost with her sudden action.

''Were you trying to do something?''

''......'' In response to her question, Raven remained quiet while dropping her foot to the ground. Her gaze still fixed on the knee that Damon was still wiggling about. His question was the opposite of his action.

Seems like she did some damage, but not enough.

'...Harder...' she thought with a frown, unaware of the reddish glint that flashed across her gaze. She needed to go harder, and fiercer.

Without waiting for Damon to have another first strike, Raven was quick on her feet, and appeared right behind, striking another kick against his solid back. This time, she used the surface of the boot, rather than the sole.

In response to her quick action, Damon carelessly swung his sword around himself, and Raven was quick to block the sloppy yet powerful strike.

'Harder...' She thought again, quick on her feet once more and appeared in Damon's front. This time, she thrusted the blade of her dagger, aiming for his neck.

Unlike before, Damon was not quick to respond to her attacks. The boot that landed on his back was very hard, and an excruciating shot up from his waist.

However...he narrowly escaped her deadly attack by shuffling his feet backward. The blade was almost an inch away from his neck.

'Harder...' Raven repeated the same thought, going for very open weaknesses on Damon. The said man was finding it very hard to keep up with her speed and unexpected style of fighting that suddenly changed from her previous ones, especially with her legs

Rather than daggers, she used her body. Something that was very new to him as a swordsman. Even if her body was smaller than him, that did not change the power and strength that came from those tiny legs of her.

It was also puzzling that every strike coming for became stronger and stronger at every moment. As though something was giving her power from within.

Damon was absolutely sure that such lady did not have aura. Mana, on the other hand, was for mages, and for mages to use mana, they had to chant spells.

From beginning till now, she had never used spells on him. So how was it possible for her strikes to be getting stronger and stronger despite her small figure?

At the moment, Damon narrowly escaped the foot aiming for his chin. Panting a bit with his sword, he had to admit that this young lady was giving him a little problem.

Even with his mid-rank as a swordsman, he still met an obstacle with someone that was not even a swordsman.

'...It's different...' He thought back to his courtesans' style of fighting.

What Damon was pondering so hard about was something very simple and known back in Raven's previous world.

Karate

However...

Her style was a bit different from karate, especially when it involved with an intent to kill.