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The training ground had emptied that morning, with the onlookers stepping back to give the two combatants space. Esme and Revana stood at the center, their clash unrelenting, as each strike rang through the air like a battle hymn.
Lady Arabella watched from a corner, unable to take her eyes off Esme who was defending herself against Revana's attacks, as though expecting something miraculous to happen. Although her eyes held a bit of uncertainty.
Revana attacked with relentless precision as she charged forward, her blade a blur of motion as she kept swinging them in Esme's direction. She moved with an ease that belied her strength, with each strike powerful yet calculated.
Esme, fully on the defensive, met each blow with equal force, her muscles burning from the intensity of their duel. Revana was not just formidable– she was the second strongest when it came to Donovan's pack, outranked only by Lothario himself.