"Defeat me first before you could even stop me."

Those words left from your lips before the fight between you two began, the sound of the swords clashing with each other, with quick movements that the two of you oppose to each other. Of course, as expected, Dainsleif was already familiar with the way you fight, he could read your movements easily and it's the same as you.

After all, before you confirmed Dainsleif as your enemy, he was also the one who stayed with you ever since you began your journey in Tevyat.

When he began to strike once more, in an instinct, you immediately took a step back and clashed your sword to avoid the hit, but the hit you received was so strong that it made your sword slip from your hold. And before you could even make a move, Dainsleif saw this chance to push you against the wall and pinned one of your wrists above your head.

You didn't try to resist from his grip, instead, you embraced the defeat. You were expecting Dainsleif to kill you, your eyes fluttered shut, awaiting for your death. But the death you were awaiting still hasn't approached. Instead, you felt him lower his head and rest against your shoulder. He gritted his teeth, gripping tightly of the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white.

Dainsleif couldn't do it... he couldn't kill you. He loved you even if you saw him as your enemy already. But never once did he even think of you as a threat to him.

No. Never once, but yearned for you the moment you left.