Head On || Gerik and Ephraim
Drawing his lance, Ephraim met the eyes of his friend Gerik. The two stood in the outskirts of Renais, near a patch of forest. Ephraim pointed the wooded area and nodded at Gerik.
"We’ll stay within the meadow that’s in the woods. Whoever pulls back first will be defeated."
Ephraim and Gerik walked towards the meadow with their weapons in hand. “Good luck to you.”
As he adjusted the grip of his sword's hand in his fingers, Gerik followed not far behind the prince. The confident grin on his face did not seem to waver. He knew his challenger's strategy, as well as his strengths. He felt he stood a great chance.
"Good luck to you as well, prince." A smirk grew on his lips. "I feel you'll need it."

















