As Oriana observed his torso, she decided the five sides where she should attack.Rafal’s senses alert as he waited for her to attack and then...
Clank!
Oriana first attacked on his right side while coming from behind, but as the elite knight he was, Rafal could block it even with a blindfold on his eyes. Oriana observed his movement and hummed in response as she circled around him once more.
Rafal only frowned. "Can you make it fast? Do not waste my time, I need to resume my practice."
Oriana was unfazed by his words and attacked his left side.
Clank!
The result was the same. Rafal’s sword blocked it. She gave a satisfied ’hmm’ and continued to circle him, which clearly displeased the knight.
"Aren’t you dizzy from walking in circles?"
Rafal was irritated, moreso because he felt like he was an animal in a cage and she was a spectator teasing that animal. He could only grit his teeth as he could not step out of that circle and was not allowed to attack her according to their bet.
Oriana attacked him from behind, and without moving his feet, the knight blocked it just by rotating his upper body.
"Your attacks are weak and tactless. I don’t even have to put an ounce of energy into receiving them," Rafal mocked.
"But you have to move your muscles," Oriana commented.
It left Rafal puzzled but he ignored as he was now waiting for the last two moves.
After Oriana delivered the last two attacks, and Rafal blocked them, he gave her a triumphant smirk, but before he could say a word, she spoke, "Sir Ahren, you are free to practice but don’t over do it."
"Do I need to get your permission when I won the bet?" he mocked.
Oriana let out a good-natured chuckle as she gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Alright, Sir Rafal, you won. I shall leave you to celebrate your overwhelming achievement."
Rafal glared at her. Why did it feel like though he won, it felt like he was being played?
Arlan was smiling as well because he knew exactly what Oriana did while Imbert was like a still water though he saw through Oriana’s intentions as well.
"Wait!" Rafal called her. "What is the meaning of this?"
"What?" she asked.
"Did you just play with me?"
"Sir Rafal, can’t you use better words instead? Why would I play with you? Do you think you are a cute puppy for me to play with?"
"You..."
"As your physician, I merely took this opportunity to check your body. I personally confirmed that your movements are smooth and you felt no discomfort. I decided to let you free from the rest you hated so much."
"You decided?" he frowned "Who are you to decide? Even if you had found any problem with my movements, do you think you could stop me?"
"This lowly servant sure dare not stop you, Sir Ahren, but you forget, I only have to say a word to His Highness and Sir Loyset. I won’t waste my time trying to convince you. I have better things to do. You are fortunate that you performed well in my test. You pass with the best marks. Good job, Sir Ahren."
After giving him a bow, she turned to leave.
Rafal’s face turned red with anger and he shouted, "Halt!"
Oriana curiously found Rafal letting out curses as he approached her. "Is there anything wrong?"
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