The black hybrid watched as Axelle avoided his attack. Itzal didn't even realize that he was doing good, if he even was. He thought that his blocks had been ungraceful. Itzal didn't have a clue that he had more skill than a basic beginner would. Though he wasn't truly a beginner. Itzal grinned at Axelle. He might have forgotten, a tiny bit too conveniently, to mention that Alaki had trained and sparred with Itzal when Itzal had first wanted to learn to use the Katana. He figured that since Axelle had probably gone to Alaki for training as well, it wouldn't make a difference. But it wasn't just the training with Alaki. Itzal, though he never could truly understand the depths of it, was born to fight. Part of it was natural talent and part of it was how he had been shaped growing up. Survival meant everything to Itzal growing up. He forced himself to learn what he had to too survive. And the same went for using a weapon. The fact that Itzal might one day find himself relying on the weapon to save his life was always in the back of his mind when he trained.
Itzal felt some kind of shift in Axelle when they watched the furs fall. He didn't pay it much mind, just thinking that she was starting to loosen up and work harder. It wasn't until Itzal saw the sword flashing towards his shoulder that he realized she was taking things much more seriously. He liked that but at the same time it made him more wary. Accidents happened when people were to serious and an accident caused by Axelle with a sharp sword would be very bad. Itzal managed to block her attack at his shoulder from the front with the Katana. But as she circled around behind him, he tense. If it had been anyone but Axelle, Itzal would have snapped right there. He didn't like people behind him, no matter what the circumstances were. Even though he knew it was Axelle behind him, and not some stranger, both halves of him growled softly. Eztli had more of a problem with Axelle behind them than Itzal did but only because he didn't like the thought of the female who had escape him putting Itzal, who was his body, in such a vulnerable spot. Itzal moved, avoiding the attack aimed at his shoulder. But before he had time to drop his sword, she was already swinging at his legs.
Itzal caught the sword and inch from his leg with the sultan knife. When he had saw the path of Axelle's Katana he had known he couldn't block it with his own. So his free hand had grabbed the knife before he even consciously thought too, and had intercepted the blade. Itzal pushed the blade away using the knife, and slipped the sultan knife back on his belt with a smooth motion. Then he looked up at Axelle's eyes. They were closer than he expected.
When Itzal felt the hand on his chest, he couldn't help but give her a smug smile. Itzal felt like there was a current running through her hand and into his body. And he liked it. The endorphins from their sparring had his body fired up, and Axelle wasn't helping to cool it down at all. He smirked when she mentioned his apparently knowledge on how to use the blade a little bit. "I worked with Alaki some." He said, chuckling as he let it slip that he wasn't completely new. But Itzal still didn't feel completely comfortable with the sword. Not like he did his knives. He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned him teaching her. He wanted to teach her a lot of things. Wanted to show her the things he could do to her. But he knew that wasn't what she meant. At least, not entirely what she meant. When she stepped forward he wrapped the arm whose hand wasn't holding the sword around her waist. She was so close he didn't even have to reach out to do it. Itzal grinned at her and thought for a second. "Try not to telegraph your movements as much. It is the small muscles that give away what you are going to do before you do it." He said. He couldn't really think of anything the she had done badly at all. He wasn't good enough to pick out any mistakes that he could help her fix. "Otherwise, I don't think I'm any better than you are." He shrugged, grinning. He didn't know how they had ended up in this position. With their bodies so close together and arm around her waist, no one could mistake them as two friends who were training. Itzal pressed his nose against her for a second then raised an eyebrow at her, "Would you like to continue sparring, or do you just want to stay her until we both decide to do something stupid where anyone could see us?" Itzal didn't know about Malakia, but he did know that if the two of them stayed like this, it would lead somewhere, and Itzal wasn't sure they were ready to go there yet. And it would be stupid to do something that any random pack member could see.
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