The Weight of Expectations

The clash of steel rang through the training grounds like a song of violence.

Enara exhaled sharply as she twisted her blade, deflecting the oncoming strike with practiced ease. The force of the impact sent a shudder through her arms, but she barely felt it anymore. Her muscles burned, her breath came short, but she refused to falter.

Her opponent a seasoned demon warrior twice her size grinned as he pressed forward. "You're getting better, Princess."

"I was always better," she shot back, sidestepping and countering with a sharp upward slash.

The demon barely managed to block in time. His grin widened. "Cocky today, aren't we?"

Enara didn't answer. She didn't have to. Her sword spoke for her.

She surged forward, her darkfire-imbued blade cutting through the air in a blur. Sparks erupted as steel met steel, the force behind her attack forcing her opponent to take a step back.

That was all she needed.