May or may not make it into the actual story. It is also no where connected to either of the two points of the story I am writing in, but I thought I would share anyway. 🙂
She stopped, planting the wooden pseudo sword in the dirt. “Come on, are you afraid to hit me?”
Zuriel dropped the top of his own to the ground. “Well, yeah. I don’t relish the idea of hitting a woman.”
She rolled her eyes, frustrated, “You asked me to be here.”
“I know. It seemed like a good idea to spar with someone who wouldn’t knock me on my ass every round.”
She shook her head and looked around, thinking. She smiled as an idea occurred to her. She linked to the tera, the most fearsome appearance of the nymphs. Zuriel smiled as she got back into her stance.
“Better?”
“I will never not think that is the coolest magic.” He said, bringing his own sword back up.
At the signal from Michael, they charged at each other once more. Though he still held back some, it was a far cry from the intentional misses at the beginning.
