Bab 117: I Win

Myron sneered at his Sister's condescending words and tone but he said nothing and just gripped his sword handle even tighter than already- Twitching the blade in a threatening way.

"The rules are simple," Zayda said now standing between the two and adopting the pseudo-authoritative stance of a moderator, "This is not to the death so lethal strikes should be kept to the minimum."

"Lethal strikes?" Lord Stygian repeated almost looking like he was hoping he had heard wrong.

"Well, yes," Zayda said, "It would be quite silly to have them play with weapons and not expect lethal action. 

Now, begin."

As the order left her lips, Zayda's figure faded as she put as much distance between herself and the siblings to ensure she didn't interfere but remained close enough to intervene on the off chance things got too far.