Ava’s Pov

 

I could hear the battle drums beating impatiently as I stood tall in my spot.

In my hands was my sword. While at the side of my foot was a dagger.

Knight Lydia stood at distance, with a look of delinquency on her features.

“You could just walk out and wait for the day, you know.”

My wolf calmly suggested.

“Of what use? Still amounts to combating Knight Lydia.”

I spat at her, taking a hold of my sword and lifting it up, remembering Master Zu’s words.

“More stubborn than I expected.” she retorted.

Looking around, I could see Francesca and Cicilia’s devious glances. She demonstrated a look...