“Do you think it's a joke to play with?” Louis groaned at his best friend as he grasped the hilt of the sword right below the handguard and stepped his left foot back, fully focused on the blade.
Emma looked around. She just resisted herself from beating this man up because of the people out in the courtyard. “It's just a sword. Why are you exaggerating?” She asked. Near the fountain in front of the castle, Louis promised her to teach swordsmanship. But for a whole hour, he was showing off his own skill.
Drawing out, he moved the sword in an arc over and pointed the tip at the wolf sculpture in the center of the fountain. “There is a saying — the sword that saves man kills the man. Be aware. This thing... can REALLY kill.” He stressed the last words.
Whilst frustration rose inside Emma,
