Ursuline swallowed nervously and followed him down to the training ground. The knights who had been sparring in pairs looked at them with interest. It appeared they, too, were mindful of the rumored knight-to-be, whether they realized it or not.
It was hardly surprising. The intimidating but unique presence that was Riftan Calypse was enough to fray at anyone's nerves.
Finding an empty spot, Riftan faced Ursuline. "Now, draw your sword."
He then unsheathed his own. It seemed he intended to spar with real blades.
Ursuline's heart pounded in his ears. He drew his sword from his waist and braced himself to attack when a voice thundered across the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Ursuline turned to see Wolfgar Ricaydo, clad in a crimson gambeson under silver armor, striding toward them. His men trailed behind. Seeing the fury blazing in Wolfgar's eyes, Ursuline stiffened, baffled by his brother's anger.