Zack tightened his grip on the sword. It wasn't his bloodied blade, but it wasn't an ordinary weapon either.
It was one of the rare treasures he had managed to snatch before being cast out of his own home. This was once one of his father's prized weapons… or it had been, before his father was killed by his own brother.
Taking deep breaths to calm himself, Zack glanced at his opponent. … he had to admit, even if he didn't want to, she was beautiful. It was funny in a way she was named Grace, so it made sense that she had so much… grace.
Zack, of course, wasn't a fool. Even if he knew that she was strong, that didn't mean that he didn't try to learn as much about his opponent as he could before the match began.
She, unlike him, was a fourth-year student. It was clear that she had more experience than him.
