"Thank you, Lizbeth, but give me just a moment."
Hearing Lambier's comment, Lizbeth stopped a few bromes away from Lambier's and Rakan's duel. "Very well. But don't forget your job."
Rakan, unlike Lambier, let his justified worries begin to set in. He knew exactly who Lizbeth was, to an extent. After all, they had met many times as children to leaders of neighboring territories. And while Rakan hadn't seen Lizbeth in years, Rakan understood that she was an early-perennial way back then. So he would bet that she was at least a low-perennial. Rakan even considered the chance of Lizbeth being a mid-perennial when compared to Rhyner Trighton's recent rise as a regional king.
Chting! Crunch! Fwirrrl!
Bits of sharp wind sprayed off their blades while Lambier mostly evaded Rakan's hammer. Neither combatant was faster than the other. And Rakan's only advantage was his additional essence type, if Rakan could attack fast enough without wind essence at least.
