The expansive backyard of the estate had been transformed into a temporary arena. The morning dew still clung to the meticulously manicured grass. In the center of the field, two figures moved with a tempo that was both beautiful and violent.
Julianne sat comfortably near the pool in a lounge chair, sipping a steaming cup of tea. Behind her stood Wendy, her posture as rigid as a statue, though her eyes tracked the combatants with a professional focus.
Diana gripped a long wooden odachi, her silver hair tied back in a high ponytail that whipped through the air as she moved. Kurt stood opposite her, holding a wooden dagger in each hand. They moved in a circle, testing the air and feeling each other out before Diana lunged first.
CLACK!
Wood on wood slammed against each other as they clashed.
