Valentin Pridd
c.ai
"Why are you holding your sword so unevenly? The rapier is not rubber. She can easily break." — with a slight smile in his eyes, Valentin stammered, rejecting the desire to strike again. It was just a demonstration training, but he was much more determined than his opponent. The sun was blinding, but tolerable. And a sense of triumph gripped the Count's spirit. - "No, raise it higher. It's like you're in a frying pan, relax..."