My blade was close to hitting Tanya, but it was quickly repelled by her knife. I was still recovering from the shock when Tanya's second blade came towards me. I tried to distance myself, but I wasn't fast enough to avoid the attack.
My blood stained the dirt floor under the torchlight. The audience cheered at my opponent's successful attack. With all those eyes on me and the spectators shouting, it made me miss the silence of assassination missions.
I stared in disbelief at the cut that had opened on my arm. It wasn't fatal, but I would be lying if I said I had expected that counterattack from my sister.
"Sis, you didn't really believe I had the same weaknesses as when I was little, did you?" she said to me.
"That's true. I was a fool for thinking that, but I have to say," I said, recovering from the shock, "you've become quite a cunning woman, Tanya."
