-CLANG!-
-SHIIIIIK!-
-CLANG CLANG!-
The sounds of the duel filled the air as Ashlynn and Owain traded blows at a furious and increasing pace.
On the Blackwell side of the Great Hall, Jocelynn clung to Ollie's arms, sheltering in his warmth and strength even as her heart felt as though it had been left out in the cold, winter wind.
Jocelynn knew Owain, and she'd seen him fight countless times against Sir Rain, Sir Franc, and the other knights of the Lothian house. She knew he was strong, she knew he was fast, and she knew he was absolutely ruthless, but she'd never seen him this… intense.
At times, Jocelynn thought she could see sparks flying when Ashlynn and Owain's blades met, and the sound of metal scraping against metal whenever they came close enough to bind and rain down blows on each other's bodies was piercing enough to feel in the depths of her chest.
