"Same clothes again?" Oliver and Gregory exclaimed as they pointed at each other's attire.

Sophia rolled her eyes as she scoffed, "Ah... men."

     Sarrah enters the lawn, and the wind blows her ginger hair tied into a high ponytail with a braid. She has a beige waistcoat and trousers complementing her high leather boots. Under her outer layer lies a white undershirt with folded sleeves that screams Sophia's style, contrasting her black collar that covers her throat.

     Bethany follows from behind, coiling her dark hair into a high bun and securing it with a yellow tie. She has a taupe undershirt under a white shirt. She then dons a flint-coloured tunic, pairing it with a khaki sash around her waist that accentuates her curves. Like Sarrah's outfit, Bethany wears deep lemon trousers with coal-black boots. On Bethany's shoulder droops a bag flooded with a handful of arrows and a bow.

"Wait. Where did you get those outfits? You all look like Sophia," Gregory asked, eyeing the three girls curiously.

"We got these from Hannsbarnne!" Bethany replied as she stepped onto the porch.

Sophia gripped her hands together upon hearing her homeland's name.

"Alright! Now! Where shall you showcase your skills to fulfil my condition?" Oliver asked.

"How about in the yard? It's spacious," Gregory suggested, pointing at the lawn with his thumb.

"Hm, sure," Oliver gazed at the vast yard. He then turned towards the girls. "Choose your weapons, ladies."

"I have my bow!" Bethany grabbed her bow and raised it.

"I... didn't bring my sword," Sarrah sighed, brushing her elbow.

"Oh, don't worry," Sophia told Sarrah. She turned around and smiled at Oliver. "Oli, can you make a sword?"

"Sure thing," Oliver nodded and summoned a steel sword, and it glistened under the sunlight as he handed it to Sophia.

Sophia then handed the sword to Sarrah. "Here you go!"

Sarrah's glance darted at the steel blade. "This is better. My sword at home is made of wood," she smirked at the sword.

     Later, the three girls found themselves in the open expanse of the front yard. It is a barren patch of land lacking tall bushes, trees or beautiful flowers but a flat green field. Sarrah and Bethany stood side by side with their bodies still and their eyes fixed on Sophia and Oliver, who stood on the opposite end of the field. The four of them locked gazes and stepped their left foot forward simultaneously.

"...What are they doing?" Frederick inquired as he joined Gregory on the porch.

"Showcasing their skills, I presume," he answered while they watched from afar, shaded by the mansion's roof.

     Suddenly, Oliver begins blasting fireballs towards Sarrah and Bethany. Sarrah quickly wields her sword and blocks the flames charging at her. Meanwhile, Bethany dodges the elements, jumping left and right.

"I admit... they possess quite a talent," Oliver remarked, his eyes locked on Sarrah and Bethany as he grinned.

"But be careful, Oli! We don't want to hurt them," Sophia joked with a hint of concern creeping into her voice.

     Sarrah unexpectedly sprints towards Sophia. However, Sophia doesn't realize that Sarrah is about to slash her sword until she notices the incoming blade seconds before it hits her. Quickly, Sophia wields her sword and counters the attack. Sophia and Sarrah begin to battle each other, clashing their weapons.

     Oliver watches Sophia and Sarrah battle. Suddenly, he hears a hovering sound. Swiftly, Oliver glances at Bethany. Shocked, he hurryingly hops onto his back, and an arrow glides past him.

"Wait, you won't harm me, will you!?" Oliver gasped, looking at Bethany.

"Don't worry! I've wrapped these arrows with cloth for practice! They won't penetrate your skin!" Bethany replied as she reached for another arrow.

"Yeah. Right..."

     Sophia slashes her sword on top of Sarrah. Sarrah blocks the incoming attack. She then pushes her sword into the air, throwing Sophia's sword across the field. Swiftly, Sarrah points the tip of her glistening blade at Sophia's throat.

"Woah!" Sophia exclaimed as she raised her hands.

"So, does this mean we're eligible to join you?" Sarrah smirked.

     Unexpectedly, a glowing ray of element strikes Sarrah's sword. Her sword then flies to the other side of the lawn, disarming her. She then looks to her left with her jaw hanging low.

"Not quite yet!" Oliver snickered.

     Sarrah smirked. She then charged towards Oliver without any weapon. Startled, Oliver summoned elements from his hand and shot them towards Sarrah. Nevertheless, Sarrah advanced as she leapt from the ground, dodging the attacks.

     Meanwhile, Bethany releases three arrows from her bow. Oliver quickly takes notice of the incoming bolts. Sweating heavily, Oliver uses his wind element to drag the incoming projectiles to the ground. With a grin, Bethany shoots three more arrows towards Oliver. As he gasps, Oliver commands the wind again to bring the darts down.

     Suddenly, Sarrah jumps in front of Oliver's face. Oliver and Sarrah begin clashing their fists and forearms in a fierce battle, each defending themselves from the other's unrelenting assault. Dodging and warding off each other's attacks, their rapid movements become blurry.

     Bethany joined the fight and teamed up with Sarrah, using her swift palms against Oliver. The onslaught was too much for Oliver to handle. Four fists coming at him was overwhelming, and he struggled to keep up with the barrage of attacks.

     With no other options left, Oliver backed off and created distance between himself and his opponents. Oliver then unleashed a black gas from his palm, enveloping himself in a dark void. The black mist swirled around him, shrouding him away from Sarrah and Bethany.

     Crouching, Oliver strained to listen and locate the girls' position. He held his breath as he glanced left and right. Suddenly, he felt a cold, sharp point pressing against his nape, causing him to freeze.

Oliver slowly turned his head and saw Sarrah and Bethany smirking at him.

Sarrah pointed the blade of her sword at Oliver's throat. "I'll be honest with you... this is too easy," said Sarrah.

Oliver gently pushed the sword away with his fingertips. "...I'll be honest with you... I'm impressed. Perhaps you could join us, then. We have the military in the lake to protect you two and my friends, just in case," Oliver stated.