Spar II

Faced with Vesyrn, who bore so much resemblance to Father, I felt I was facing him instead. I drew Zanifar from its scabbard and held his stare. Unlike the others, I couldn't feel his emotions, but currently, he was wearing them like a glove. 

He was annoyed. 

"Did I bother you?" I asked, without my usual smile, observing the tensing of his jaw, the tightening of his shoulders, and the growing of his brow. He didn't answer, but his natural reaction told me all I needed to know. 

I glanced at Master, beaming like a schoolgirl, when he moved almost as if to surprise me. He was on me in the blink of an eye, his sword suddenly whirling into a spear, piercing towards my throat.