Nior's hands trembled, she could barely lift her sword anymore. She looked down at her hands, and she had never experienced something like this before. Her whole body was still capable of fighting, but her wrists and hands had given up. With a heavy heart, she stabbed her sword to the ground.
"I lose..." Nior said as she looked at Uriel with the seven rapiers floating around her. "I'm no match for your skill," she said as she clenched her fists, frustrated by her limitations.
Uriel grabbed the floating rapiers around her one by one, sheathing them on her back. Although she looked fine, her hands had started to numb as well. She had trained nonstop ever since the war ended in South Neva. She had grown stronger, a lot stronger than before.
