⚔️Serberia

Christopher was right – any attempts to convince Hans of something were futile. Calentia herself wasn't even sure why she was still so stubbornly clinging to straws, hoping to reach the drunken guard. Perhaps it was her unwillingness to feel useless and helpless again, someone who is incapable of influencing anything. Even if the outcome seemed predetermined. And now, everything was leading to the same thing, through which Christopher tried to guide his friend onto the right path – to good old sparring. Perhaps, in a different situation, the Argalian would have even agreed to a sparring match with such an experienced opponent, but not now.
“I don’t want to fight you,” the girl shook her head negatively, “Christopher told me that only fights could dissuade you from the bottle, but it didn’t last long. And now, whoever of us wins, I don’t think your perspective will change. If you don’t want to listen to me, I’ll just leave. You won’t need to fight me.”