The loud clang of swords and thumps of wooden shields echoed the chilled air. This was FUN ---- it made Runa felt powerful. She showed no interest in the strength of politics; this was something her father wanted to partake in, to become an earl of sorts. Runa’s form of dominion displayed in her might against Hedeby’s men and pushing them to the ground.
However, she felt otherwise now that her opponent had pushed her on her back. A flash of panic echoed through her body, and she struggled to get to her feet as the other continued to stand their ground. There was no way that she was going to win this scrimmage. “I give! I give!” Panic left her lips, and the man moved off of her, a grin of pride fell on his face. She longed to wipe it off his visage, but she was too tired to do so. Instead, she stayed there in the dirt, and she felt a pair of eyes on her.
“What?” she asked the individual, moving her gaze toward the staring individual. “If you wanted to poke fun at my failure, go ahead. It won’t be the first.”
















