Haven was always a good sparing partner. His agile and lean form was ideal for fighting her bulky frame, so she had learned a lot from their battling. She moved with what she thought was fluid grace, though most likely staggering clumsiness. She couldn’t move the way she wanted to, so her imaginations stepped up and let her fantasy come to life. It was too easy at time to not be true to herself.
His scream startled her, enough that she froze in place. Her eyes focused on his face, checking to see he was truly hurt. Peering into his golden orbs she looked to see if he had something in them, of if he was just faking it. Sorry, but there isn’t such a thing as a clean fight. She gave him a stubborn look, refusing feel to bad for him if he was going to act in such a way. Though inside her heart was reeling, hoping that he was ok.
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