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Her tail wagged even faster at the male's words. He was training to be a warrior too? Was a little hard to figure out what next he said, just practicing with himself. The word grandpa came up too, but not with the fighting. Maybe he meant he didn't have a grandpa? How sad. It would be very hard to fight and train without someone to train with. Adelle was lucky to be surrounded with so many great warriors that could help her become the best.
Casa di Cavaleri. Slightly butchered in her struggle to speak, but told proudly. Adelle lifted her head, prancing across the grounds. Great warrior pack. We defeat everybody! There was no one greater. Adelle knew that as surely as she knew that she was a Vilhelmsen. It was just how the world worked. You train too, yes? Train with me. Then both warrior. She looked up brightly, waiting for his agreement.