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Hashara prepared to enter the battle… only to freeze at the sight of the warrior his men were fighting.
He was—the way he was moving was just—Hashara stared, as the warrior ducked under one of his men’s swords, his leg sweeping out to take down the armoured mook. Stared, as the warrior ducked and twirled and sidestepped every attack, As the warrior used his foes’ strength against them in such a graceful way.
“Sir?” Solution asked, breaking the young emperor from his trance. “Are you going to attack at any point?”
“Right.” Hashara said, drawing his sword. And jumping into the fray.
Testing his opponent’s strength himself was nothing short of wonderful. They danced for a few moments, effortlessly dodging and striking.
Hashara was absolutely smitten.
In the end though, he gained the upper hand, knocking the flat side of his blade against the warrior’s head, knocking them off balance enough for Hashara and his men to subdue the masked warrior.
Standing over his foe, Hashara took a moment to revel in the beauty of the warrior’s eyes. Solution, sensing that the young emperor was practically rendered immobile, moved over to remove the warrior’s mask.
If Hashara was struck by the beauty of the young man’s eyes, then he was absolutely paralyzed by the beauty of his face. Oh, the prose that Hashara could write!
Dark hair messily framed the warrior’s face, which had such a gentle yet fierce look to it.
It was then that Hashara decided. He would have this warrior as a companion, for there were fewer as worthy as the one before him. Yes, he would have this warrior as a partner, and together, nothing could stop them.