Life continued as normal after Kaelthara's visit, this particular afternoon, an uncommon event of these days was about to take place, as Lance stood across from Rynne, a wooden training sword in hand. Rynne, clad in her light battle gear, smirked at him, twirling her own spear casually.
"Ready to lose again, Lance?" she teased, her tone playful but confident.
Lance smirked in return as h heard her. "It's been a while since you've gotten the better of me, Rynne. You sure you want to keep that streak going?"
Rynne laughed, the sound light and almost melodic despite her usual warrior-like demeanor. "Today is the day I remind you who trained you in the first place."
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Eventually, Rynne dropped her spear and raised her hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. You win."
"Of course, what else could be said of your current situation?" Lance said with a chuckle as he watched her lying on the ground facing the sky, certainly involuntarily.
