Gilded Bay it's a battle cry, it's a symphony

Though secretly she had hoped that he would hear her challenge and come to meet it, she had not expected Szymon to do so. He did not live so close to her chosen battle site. The sentinels and the plateau were between the bay and where she was. Still, she was pleased when he let up an answering call, and waited impatiently for his arrival.

He came from the water, which brought a fond smile to her face before it fell back into stony determination. Her respect for Szymon only doubled her desire to fight him, to compare his might against her own. Let's, she replied, and would wait no longer. She struck across the thin stretch of sand separating them, kicking earth up behind her until she reached him with a strike that was destined not to fall where she had aimed.