The fight.

It was noon when Zyda headed to the dining hall. Shock rippled through the gathering as soon as she entered, she was oblivious of the situation. To her astonishment, a strong arm suddenly pulled her out of the room, it was Yurie's. Her face was unreadable, Zyda couldn't even guess what she had in mind.

"Zyda! Where've you been?" she implored, her face concerned as she briskly pointed at a poster hanged outside the dining hall which was written with black ink in block letters.

It was about a fight between Nova and Zyda, the latter stared at the poster and smirked inwards.

"Seems that Ms sword can't accept defeat," she mumbled.

"Are you sure you'll win this?" Yurie commiserated as she squeezed her shoulder.

"Of course!" she replied, her voice firm with resolve.