Swords clashed, ringing through the air as sweat glistened on the bodies of the two young men locked in combat. Grunts and sharp exhales punctuated the rhythmic strikes, each movement precise yet laced with competitive banter. Sarang observed Nathaniel and his sparring partner, Gregory, with mild disinterest. To him, they looked like children playing war with sharp sticks, though he had to applaud their skill and strength in wielding such heavy weapons with such ease.Nathaniel’s sword moved with fierce precision and Gregory’s defence held for a time, but under the sheer force of Nathaniel’s strikes, it eventually crumbled. With a one final swing, Nathaniel knocked Gregory onto his ass, his sword poised at his friend’s throat.“My victory, Greg.” Nathaniel declared, lowering his sword. He extended a hand to Gregory and pulled him up.“Good match,” Gregory panted, clapping Nathaniel on the back. “Next time, the win will be mine”Nathaniel smirked, brushing damp strands of hair from his
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