Once Walda had settled into her stance with the Valyrian sword in hand, she casually spun it through a few flourishes to get a feel for the Dawn Sword. As the blade turned, its bright silver sheen flowed like starlight, mesmerizing to behold.
"A Valyrian steel sword! What a fine blade!"
Earl Andrey nearly sprang out of his seat in excitement. He recognized the Dawn Sword's extraordinary quality at a glance, and his eyes grew eager. He silently pondered,
It seems House Targaryen really has mastered the method of forging Valyrian steel. His Majesty the King's summons to King's Landing probably isn't as simple as it seems!
"Bring me my sword!"
As he looked at the valiant, striking Walda, Andarley's gaze grew even more ardent.
Before long, a little giant roughly eight feet tall walked in, carrying a heavy sword around six and a half feet long.
Andarley took the heavy sword from the little giant and effortlessly performed a few flourishes. Because of their towering builds, the members of House Umber favored heavy swords. Combined with their size advantage, these weapons made them ferocious human tanks on the battlefield.
With the six-and-a-half-foot sword in hand, Andarley did not look clumsy in the slightest. Instead, he cut an imposing figure. The few simple moves he had just performed also made it clear that he had put considerable effort into his swordsmanship.
Facing the imposing Andarley, Walda felt no fear at all. If anything, the sight set her blood racing.
"Hah!"
Walda gave a sharp cry and attacked first with the Dawn Sword. Nimble and vigorous, she closed the distance to Andarley in an instant.
Andarley merely smiled and casually swung his heavy sword to block her attack.
Clang!
The Dawn Sword struck Andarley's heavy sword, throwing off sparks and leaving