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Lovely curved chest heaved with the rising desire for added oxygen to flood her lungs and fill her muscles with weightlessness. Ruby gaze could have adored the impressive effect of his rising coat, if only this scene had held a different mood than this. In the art of war, Halo was a true business woman. War did not smile and tease and war did not wait. Much and more had been absorbed through experience, and it had not been lovely. Innocence had early been smeared bright red with despair and loss, and she could scarcely remember the time when her world had been different. Halo had found and captured the story she had wished would become true, but reality would never be as sweet as it always seemed to be in dreams.
The wooden weapon took a cruel leap to bruise her, but the Lykoi princess was swift on her feet and lighter than a feather. But now was time for evaluation, and the male was now for a second time about to surprise her with his abilities. She found him two steps too close still, and as her smaller body was about to push an airier distance between the two to plot her own agenda, he managed to hit her.
Two perfect rows of ivory teeth flashed then. She could have chosen to spend this time in light embarrassment, or she could move on. Perhaps it could have been a mean smack on her pride if this hadn’t been a violent session where the objective was to evaluate and learn. He had hit firm muscle, and while it stung, it didn’t cripple at all. And it was wonderful to have more gasoline poured into the fire. The staff fell hard against warm coloured shoulder now, but the lash of pain would be worth it, for her well-targeted kick against the middle- front of his ankle would surely inspire unfortunate sensations for him as well.
Again, the hand attached to the unharmed shoulder darted for his face, though this time in the form of a clenched fist in search of tasting the male’s chin. Perhaps the staff would be able to parry her last attack in time. Perhaps not.
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