The neatly carved cobble grounds were shattered with the sheer force of their fight. He swept left out of her strike and returned one more forcefully. They were drawing gazes now. His eyes were widened, not in surprise, but confusion for why you actually seemed to be wanting to end his life at this point. He ducked under one more strike before he grabbed your wrist, giving a moment of pause. He uttered an urgent whisper, Did I do something wrong?
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