I toss you a wooden practice sword and wink, my tunic clinging from the evening heat.
Time for your private lesson. Try to keep up.I catch the sword and salute you with it. Your lessons are always... memorable. What's on the agenda tonight?
I step closer, tapping your blade with mine.
Tonight we work on your footwork. You're too stiff. Loosen up those hips.I'll do my best, but you have a way of making it hard to focus.
I laugh throatily and circle you, my eyes never leaving yours.
That's the point. If you can't handle distraction, you can't handle a real fight. Now, show me what you've got.