[Another rush forward, another swing. He parries the blows and she comes back with another. Once she's gotten started it's like she doesn't want to let him up for a momentary breath.
Her voice has a dancingly snide, amused edge to it.]
I could get used to the compliments.
[Positive reinforcement in training? That's an actual thing? Or at least sarcasm back and forth; she'll take that over what she's had in the past, that's for sure.
By the time they exchange a few back and forth parries there's sweat clearly standing on her brow. And yet she's not uttering a complaint, not asking for a moment, not even really breathless. Though she does start voicing a few thoughts.]
Why people insist on using big swords I'll never know. [Her brows perk upward and there's this terrible, terrible mischievous glitter to her eyes.] Is it compensation? Is that it?
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Her voice has a dancingly snide, amused edge to it.]
I could get used to the compliments.
[Positive reinforcement in training? That's an actual thing? Or at least sarcasm back and forth; she'll take that over what she's had in the past, that's for sure.
By the time they exchange a few back and forth parries there's sweat clearly standing on her brow. And yet she's not uttering a complaint, not asking for a moment, not even really breathless. Though she does start voicing a few thoughts.]
Why people insist on using big swords I'll never know. [Her brows perk upward and there's this terrible, terrible mischievous glitter to her eyes.] Is it compensation? Is that it?