The two Scarlet Women Fairy Tail Male reader X Erza Scarlet X Irene Belserion

Fencing

Y/n Pov

The clang of swords echoed through the medieval courtyard as I faced off against Rudeus in our fencing class. The sun painted patterns of light and shadow on the ancient stones, creating a dynamic backdrop for our training session. The metallic taste of anticipation filled the air as our blades met in a flurry of strikes and parries.

Rudeus, with his calculated moves and well-practiced techniques, proved to be a formidable opponent. The classic techniques we learned under the watchful eye of our instructor, a man named Johan, added a layer of precision to our sparring. Each clash of our swords felt like a dance, a choreography of steel set against the backdrop of the medieval training grounds.

As I lunged forward, attempting to gain the upper hand, Elsie observed from the sidelines, her eyes flickering with a mixture of curiosity and encouragement. The attire she wore added an air of elegance to her presence, and her support fueled my determination to improve.

Ariel, accompanied by her guards Fitz and Luke, watched our training with a discerning gaze. Her interest in the art of fencing mirrored my own, and the medieval setting seemed to enhance the authenticity of our practice. The guards, clad in armor that gleamed in the sunlight, maintained a vigilant stance, ready to intervene if needed.

The Academy courtyard became a stage for our martial display, a testament to the diverse talents within our group. The clash of blades, the rhythmic footwork, and the occasional exchange of banter created a dynamic atmosphere that transcended the boundaries of our training routine.

Luke, with his imposing stature, stood at Ariel's side, his eyes following the ebb and flow of our duel. Fitz, agile and alert, maintained a subtle readiness, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The medieval ambiance seemed to heighten their presence, turning our fencing class into a scene from an epic tale.

The swordmaster raised his hand. "Enough now, change partners." We shifted partners, and I found myself facing Elsie in our fencing class. The anticipation hung in the air, a palpable energy that accompanied the clash of our swords.

Elsie's eyes sparkled with determination, and I couldn't help but appreciate the grace with which she wielded her blade. The blank metal of swords helped to enhance the authenticity of our duel, turning our clash into a performance set against the backdrop of ancient stones.

As our blades met, a dance unfolded—a dance of steel, footwork, and unspoken understanding. Elsie's movements were fluid, her responses unpredictable. The techniques we had learned came alive in our sparring, creating a tableau of martial artistry.

We circled each other, blades engaged in a delicate exchange. The medieval sun cast a warm glow on the courtyard, adding a touch of magic to our duel. The spectators, including Linia, Pursenia, Heine and Juliet, observed with keen interest, the courtyard transformed into a stage for our fencing ballet.

Elsie and I were evenly matched, each parry met with a counter, and every advance met with a strategic retreat. The ebb and flow of our duel painted a picture of mutual respect and skill. The medieval atmosphere seemed to heighten the intensity of our clash, turning the training session into a captivating spectacle.

As the duel neared its conclusion, neither of us yielded ground. Our swords locked in a final embrace, creating a moment of tension that resonated through the medieval courtyard. The onlookers held their breath, witnessing a draw that felt like a fitting conclusion to our evenly matched sparring.

Elsie and I exchanged glances, a shared acknowledgment of our mutual skills. The medieval tapestry of our training session was woven with threads of camaraderie and friendly competition. The courtyard, witness to our dynamic clashes, seemed to carry the echoes of our martial endeavors.