[Training] The end is what you fear

This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight

Lyra grinned at Maea’s compliment, but didn’t drop her guard. She still held her arms up to protect her face, waiting for the next strike, for surely there was one to come. And indeed, not even a moment later, Maea was feinting to the side. Unfortunately, Lyra didn’t realize it was a feint until too late. The woman leaned back in an attempt to get out of range, but didn’t entirely evade the Ancient’s kick, which glanced off her chest hard enough to send a huff of breath from Lyra’s lips.

But Maea, Lyra thought, might have overplayed her hand on the slippery ground; the woman reacted quickly in an effort to grab Maea’s outstretched leg before it could fall back to regain her balance. If she succeeded, she would twist and push, aiming to throw the Ancient further off balance and, hopefully, bring her to the ground.

Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right

Lyra