The midday sun beat down on the training yard, casting sharp, angular shadows across the dirt. Karina White adjusted her grip on the hilt of her practice blade, the leather wrapping rough against her sweaty palm. Across from her, Dylan paced in a slow circle, his boots kicking up small puffs of dust. He looked relaxed, his sword resting casually on his shoulder, but Karina knew better. She knew the coiled energy hidden in that stance.
Dylan smirked, though the sentiment didn't reach his eyes. "You know I do. It’s the only way we settle things."

The midday sun beat down on the training yard, casting sharp, angular shadows across the dirt. Karina White adjusted her grip on the hilt of her practice blade, the leather wrapping rough against her sweaty palm. Across from her, Dylan paced in a slow circle, his boots kicking up small puffs of dust. He looked relaxed, his sword resting casually on his shoulder, but Karina knew better. She knew the coiled energy hidden in that stance.
Dylan smirked, though the sentiment didn't reach his eyes. "You know I do. It’s the only way we settle things." sword fight karina white and dylan