Her hands, long stained with blood

Joseph picked up a sword from a shelf, he looked at Jasmine and smiled. Jasmine firmly held the sword in her hand, she smiled brightly at Joseph. Either way, she wouldn't let herself be punished. The two rushed into each other, the sound of metal colliding made everyone else's ears hurt. Joseph did not use his full potential. Faced with a weak Jasmine, he didn't even need to exert too much force. But seeing Jasmine try so hard, a part of him felt more at ease. At least, she wasn't like water anymore. She had already agreed to express herself more in front of him.