The attack came as he hopped it would. The aggression on her was tantalizing. He was so used to his calm, composed, reserved friend that this side of her was something he truly took pleasure in seeing. There was something alluring about the battle, something absolutely… attractive about seeing the power she had in that beautiful body. It was a nostalgic feeling and something he had truly missed on his lonesome adventures away from home.
He met her lung with a false forward step, as if he would meet her strength with his. It was something he hoped would confuse the woman long enough to land his next maneuver, for she knew that it went against sense to fight fire with fire. He then dropped and grabbed for one of the woman’s long legs. If it worked the way he wanted, she would be forced to trip over his body and sprawl out, less defended for his own counter attack. What Jaden didn’t take into account in his rush into this dangerous dance was his own wounded midsection. If she tripped over him, her shins would connect with those damaged ribs. His plans for a counter strike would be unskillfully implemented as he tried to recover from the new pain in his body and leap onto the unbalanced frame of his sparring partner.
Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.
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