'You are good, sister. Really good. Perhaps the best swordsman I have ever encountered. But still... you are no match for me!''Laureata didn't answer but you could see that in her mind she agreed what her brother has just said. She knew he was better. She had known it from the beginning. He knew her style and could expect her movements almost before she did them. But... could he expect unexpected? As this though flashed in her mind she knew it was her only chance and in an instant she abandoned all carefullnes and reasonable sword tactics and charced towards her brother with sword swinging in a wild blow.''It worked... almost. For a second she could see an astounished look in her brothers eyes, for a second he hesitated, but then the reflexes of a superb warrior took command. He boved and took a fast side step which took him away from the blow and alongside his sister. His sword swinged through the air and pierced her armor...'This caption was supposed to be an alternative ending plot in my 'never realized' fantasy comic story. The story was places in the world of Dragai. The world contained Mardai empire, their neighbour state Pretoria and wast Elven forests of South. In picture we see the final confrontation of princess Laureata and prince Mardoc. Brother and sister. Heirs of the throne of Mardai empire. They clashed their swords in the middle of the fierce battle where Pretorians were aiding prince Mardoc. Their war mastodonts crushed Laureata's cavalry and her army and elven allies were routed but she fought her way to meet her brother.