"Leon?"
Faced with the crowd's call, Olivia's eyes sought instruction.
"Let our visitors from afar witness your skill. Bring some honor back to Avalon," Leon smiled, giving his full approval.
Olivia's eyes lit up with competitive spirit as she drew the blunt sword from her waist and stepped into the arena.
Curious about the martial arts of these unfamiliar Ranger Knights, the young girl prepared herself.
As Zabron returned to the crowd, brushing past her, he couldn't help but whisper a warning, "Miss, that lord favors his left hand. Be cautious of his skewed thrusts."
Olivia nodded but did not immediately correct the guard's misunderstanding.
She could discern that her opponent wasn't left-handed but ambidextrous, adept at transitioning seamlessly between hands, focusing particularly on left-side thrusts—though she'd merely pointed it out for Uncle Zabron to watch for unfamiliar attack angles.
