The fight continued and intensified, as the adrenaline began to build up inside of them. The thrill of the battle spurred them on to continue fighting harder. A spark began igniting in the pit of Eder's stomach. He couldn't believe he was finally experiencing this, being on the receiving end. His blood ran hot and wild. He never imagined he'd ever experience such exhilaration - especially on the brink of death. He reveled in the thrill, relishing every bit of energy rushing through his veins. Every swing brought more excitement and adrenaline, every thrust caused a rush of emotion and passion. It was exhilarating.
" You may have the edge today, brat, but tomorrow night I will finish you off, just like my father did" the Prince roared in between swings of his long sword which clashed heavily against Eder's.
His sword swung dangerously close to Eder's neck, making the young boy's heart rate spike.