A while later, Lune raised her free hand and asked for a break. She sheathed her rapier and walked toward the edge of the ring. She laid down right on the grass bordering the training ground, staring up at the starry night sky to catch her breath.
Solomon walked over and leaned his forearms against the crossguard of his planted greatsword.
"Pass me some water, please," Lune requested, holding her hand out.
Solomon grabbed a leather water flask from the nearby wooden rack and tossed it gently into her hands. She took a long drink and wiped her mouth.
"I am not enjoying this duel as much as I should," Lune confessed, looking at the giant blade resting under his hands. "You are using an oversized executioner's sword. It forces me to dodge constantly instead of engaging in proper blade bind techniques. You should use a normal sword."
