Of course, the centaurs couldn't let the celebration pass without demonstrating their martial prowess.
A group of warriors took to the open area near the bonfire, engaging in impressive sparring matches.
The fights were coordinated and beautiful—swords clashing in carefully choreographed patterns, bodies moving with practiced grace.
Even Riley participated, her red hair flying as she demonstrated her skills.
Luca watched with genuine appreciation, observing the techniques on display.
"There's an interesting blend of styles here." He remarked to Sigrid. "Some of the movements seem quite traditional, almost rudimentary. But others are much more refined. Modernized, if you will."
"You have a keen eye." Sigrid nodded, impressed by his observation. "Our swordsmanship has been refined over countless generations. Each era adds new techniques, new innovations. Inefficient movements are discarded. Effective ones are preserved and improved upon."
