🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

The first sword fight was like a typical brawl between two drunkards – the body barely obeys, the spectators cheer, and everyone understands that there shouldn’t be a fatal outcome. But only until you miss a blow. First, it’s annoying that your opponent hit you. Then it hurts. Now you want to get back at him even more. You miss. Now you’re angry with him and with yourself. Then you don’t even try to control your movements – your body acts on its own, and the only thing left in your head is the desire to hurt him. “However, not the desire to kill. Probably.” – Ushumgallu mentally summarized the new experience with some slightly shameful relief. “We fought well. I’d like to catch my breath, and I’m ready to continue.”