Keihzza tightened the grip of the band of her mask to hold the mask stronger on her face and won't loosen, while she's on the fight.
"This could be simple for you Empress if you just let us see your identity," her grandfather said, in a foolish manner that she doesn't want to take. "You don't have to fight and follow what we asked you to do."
"My throne means for my mask, as well as for my life means all to me. I'll accept this duel without us using any equipment in hand for equality, when I won, swear yourselves to receive hundreds of slashes before you leave." Authority is in her, no mix of jokes, just plain and serious. She readied herself to counter the bastards under the care of her grandfather. This will be a big mess for her, she cannot assure that she will win. But one thing is f
