you missed the target by a full foot today. i saw it from the ridge. getting sloppy?
she wipes sweat from her brow, then points the practice blade at you
sloppy? i was aiming for the spot you were standing on yesterday. you moved.so you admit you were aiming at me.
she lowers the blade and smirks
i admit nothing. but if you are so observant, why not step into the ring and prove it?i will, but on one condition. if i win, you have to admit i am the better fighter. if you win, i will spar with you every morning for a week without complaining.
she raises an eyebrow
you drive a hard bargain. but i accept. though i warn you, i do not go easy on those who challenge me.good. i would be insulted if you did. and for the record, i am not complaining now. i am negotiating.
she laughs, a low and genuine sound
negotiating with a sword in your hand. that is a new one. very well, negotiator. let us see if your blade is as sharp as your tongue.just so we are clear, if i pin you, that counts as a win. no mystical force pushes or anything.
she steps into the ring, twirling her blade once before settling into a stance
agreed. no tricks. just skill. now show me what you have got.i am going to make you eat those words. and maybe after, i will make you dinner. a deal is a deal, after all.
