Emia and her twin, Izayah, had been sparring for what seemed to be several minutes now, neither being able to gain a definitive edge upon the other. Emia dodged her brother's heavy-handed wooden practice-blade swings, he shook off her weaker pokes and jabs. It was at this point that they were both starting to feel the exhaustion of their seemingly endless brawl. It was speed against strength as the two siblings warred it out with eachother of their own amusement, but also in their own sibling-rivalry. As they grew older, the two started to form a competitive drive with one another, determined to find out for certain which one of them was superior, a drive that wouldn't be settled with one, two, or several battles. Up 'till now, they have fought 99 times with Emia leading with a 50/49 edge as she took down her brother (barely) in their last bought. Now, once again, they stood huffing and puffing a ways distance from one another as their parents looked on, watching the battle as if it were some kind of sport.
"Izayah's improved a lot since last time..." Lanister noted, looking over at his wife to catch her reaction. Such things have evolved from something they had tried to stop to something they had grown to enjoy as friendly competition, knowing full well that neither Izayah or Emia had any fowl intentions with their little wooden swords. "But Emia has too... Its hard to tell who has the advantage..." He made similar comments all the past fights, both twins seeming to train for the soul purpose of besting each-other rather than for their own skill and training. Emia was more sly with her blade, but Izayah was a better swordsman. Emia was faster, but Izayah was stronger. Emia worked around Izayah's defenses while he powered through hers. With such a balance of attributes, it was nearly impossible to detect the victor that would come out of this fight, each parent secretly placing bets on which one would win this round.
Emia ran at Izayah, bringing her blade downwards as if she intended to strike the top of his head. He raised his own, the edge of her weapon striking the flat of his own. She gritted her teeth in effort and frustration as she attempted to overpower her brother, the fact that she hadn't beaten him yet getting to her head. Izayah, despite struggling under the weight of his sister's strike, managed to hold his ground before suddenly, he shoved his sister's blade back, swinging her weapon arm wide, effectively making it useless and making her stumble backwards. Seeing his moment, Izayah quickly swung his sword down, the edge of the wooden weapon smacking Emia upon the top of her skull. The light faded from her crimson eyes and she fell back, stunned and defeated with her back pressing against the grass. Izayah had beaten her with a (once again) tied score of 50/50. Lanister snapped his fingers and squinted his eyes, somewhat disappointed that Emia had lost, betting on her superior strength and blade-work to make it around Izayah's more knight-like battlestyle. Still, he smiled widely and walked over to his children, first checking on Emia to make sure she was okay. Besides a few bruises where Izayah had managed to strike her before, Emia was okay, sitting up and glaring at her twin in disgust.
"....I lost..." She forcefully admitted, Lanister smiling in response. "Feh... I'll beat you next time, brother." She growled before getting to her feet, not one ounce of her hot-headed competitive drive lost in that moment.