"Don't get too overconfident, Glen. Even I struggle against my father's blades, he is stronger than any of us realise." She smiled though, knowing that they would somehow be able to do this. "Either of us can easily beat Laura, its just him that will give us trouble." And she knew it. There was so much to deal with now, but she knew there was plenty of time for the moment.
When they got there, they could see Laura standing in her golden dragon scale armour, Zelphar had his emerald dragon scale armour. Like them, Gem's white dragon scale armour gleamed. For each of them wore armour that was made from their dragon's scales.
Gem eyed a few of the guests, glaring at one in particular. The human king was here, but he was here as a guest, therefore no one would hurt him. Likewise, he was not allowed to hurt any of them. Keya waved to her though, from where she was sitting by his side.
Before she entered though, she noticed another figure at the edge of the arena. The lower half was a horse, the upper body that of a man. The horse half was a deep glossy chestnut, matching his chestnut hair.
"Eltaor?"
"Greetings my lady. I was sent here to over see things for my own people, and to speak with you once things are sorted out," Eltaor said. "It is nothing urgent though, so I can wait around."
"Thank you, Eltaor."
I bowed my head in a clear sign of respect for my parents when they got closer. "Queen Laura, Prince Consort Zelphar," I said.
"I think its time," Zelphar said. Though their faces seemed calm, there was a clear anticipation running from them.
Drannor entered after they did, knowing what he had to do. This would be the last fight he had to oversee. I was smiling, waiting.
"Why aren't you using your twin blades, father?" I asked. "You rarely fight with only one."
"I wasn't too sure that you two could handle them. I know you can, but what about Auraka?"
"We'll manage. It's not a challenge, fighting only one of your swords," I retorted.
Everyone chuckled as the other blade appeared, its sheath attaching itself to Zelphar's waist.
"Draw your swords," Drannor called.
All of us nodded nodded, and out came the five swords. My eyes were fixed on my father, waiting.
"Fight!"