“This is boring!”

Toiréasa would have thrown her blade aside, but her black anger wasn’t directed at the weapon. Simply at everyone else’s. She glared at her father, who had to go pick his up. He hadn’t thrown his aside. She’d disarmed him.

Again. He hadn’t been protecting his eyes when she jabbed them.

“Give me a challenge!” she barked, much like the beast she had trained who watched the proceedings. The Gévaudan beast didn’t even move, though watched her intently with her small ears which were directed in Toiréasa’s direction. “Or I’ll go kill more kerit!”

Before he could speak, someone else did. Toiréasa wasn’t surprised about the witnesses. Even when her father wasn’t instructing others, people couldn’t seem able to resist watching. If it was less for him now and more for her, well, that wouldn’t surprise her either.

Especially when what was spoken was for her. “Kerit? Easy pickings. Try me on for size.”

Saoirse vaulted the fence, drawing her own sword. Toiréasa didn’t even care to respond. Shifting her hold, she went at Saoirse with every intent to win.