Chapter 44

The sound of clashing swords could be heard along with little panting. Robert glared at Merga who stood a few feet away from him with a sword in her hand. Sweat trickled down his face as he bent low touching his knees, his breathing became louder. With curiosity, he looked up at the smiling lady who stood in front of him swaying her sword so easily, not a single sweat was on her face. Her long hair tied behind her, as her black shorts and grey shirt stood firmly on her body unstained.

Robert glared at her with a surprised gaze, "How do you fight so skilled without any stress?" He inquired, catching his breath as he twisted his fingers in pain as it hurt by holding the sword for hours.

A smirk appeared on Merga, she glanced at her sword which glittered at the ray of the sunlight, the sound of birds overwhelming her as they stood at the open woods with swords in each hand.

"During my childhood years, I was trained by my mother. She made me a pro with t