Blades clashed against one another in a dangerous symphony. Both men rounded one another, weapons held at the ready.
Ragnar's sword cut through the air with a sharp arc, movements heavy and swift, but Casilo parried the attack and sent one of his own, which Ragnar easily evaded.
Their movements were almost too quick to keep track of, focus locked solely on each other, anticipating the nature of their next strike. So fast that Circe tried not to blink, scared of missing what came next.
Their attacks were better suited for the battlefield, not for a mere friendly sparring, or whatever they insisted on calling it.
She had known Casilo was skilled when she watched him train with Kostia almost each morning, but it was nothing compared to what she was witnessing now as he went up against Ragnar.
