The Rule
Abhiman attacked again; once more, the blindfolded prince held him at bay with unnerving ease.
The duel pressed on, but the balance was clear. Even without sight, Ayman dominated, his every movement exact, controlled, merciless. Yet Abhiman, relentless in his fervor, pressed forward with an intensity he had never shown before. His blows carried bitterness, hidden but sharp.
It did not matter.
With calculated grace, Ayman forced him back, stroke upon stroke, until Abhiman’s sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground. Cornered, breathless, he froze as Ayman pulled away the silk from his eyes, blade poised a hair’s breadth from his throat.
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