"You know... I think I'm at my limit..." Rullein breathed heavily as she looked up at Rasmus. "How many rounds do you want us to do? It has been three days..." She asked, her voice trembling, unable to keep up with Rasmus' stamina.
"You're tired? That's new. You were fine in the past three days doing this nonstop," Rasmus asked as he pushed Rullein to the ground. "I didn't know a Dark Spirit could get tired," he stared into Rullein's eyes.
"Well, it's because of your sword..." Rullein dropped her swords and turned into a puff of black smoke, admitting defeat. She caught her breath as soon as Rasmus pulled away and let her rest. "Do you have any idea what that sword does? What kind of power it posseses?" She brushed away her bangs and stared at Rasmus swinging his sword around her.
Rasmus looked at Rullein and then looked at the sword in his hand, not knowing what she was talking about.
