The only fights Haven had been in were true fights, where life and limb were at stake. It was odd, to be doing this for practice and education with no malice or urgency behind the actions. He found his muscles tensing a little overmuch, and he had to tell his body to relax some. Their exchange of blows was not in earnest and did not hold the will to harm behind it. This would take some getting used to, but even if he wasn't familiar with it, he was enjoying it so far. Anann easily jumped out of the way of his swinging blade and moved back further, bringing more distance between them. From her face, he could tell that she was having a good time as well.
The golden woman rushed him and he met her slash with an audible "clack" as their wooden blades met. They continued to exchange blows with their weapons closely, and Haven grinned at her comments. "I learned from a young age that women can be just as powerful as men." His birth mother had been the leader of the pack, and there was nothing weak about his adopted mother either, as Anann surely knew. Their feet and arms moved fluidly and as their swords met again, Haven maneuvered his blade over and around her's, trying to made her grip falter and possibly disarm her.
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