Maea
If I could sing one last song
He was good. The scrape of metal against metal grated on the ears as Liam caught her glaive on his sword and redirected it downward. Realizing too late that she'd left herself open, the impact against her ribs drew a whoosh of air out of her, and with a faint grimace Maea danced backwards, out of reach.
"One point to you," she admitted, rubbing at the spot - she'd get a bruise for sure, though nothing seemed broken or bleeding. "You're doing good, soldier boy. Best of three?" Answering his smile with a cheerful grin, Maea didn't even feel winded yet, though a light sheen of perspiration on her brow lingered as proof that she was taking him quite seriously. Either her lack of experience with the glaive showed through, or he wasn't half as rusty as he claimed; either way, she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
"One point to you," she admitted, rubbing at the spot - she'd get a bruise for sure, though nothing seemed broken or bleeding. "You're doing good, soldier boy. Best of three?" Answering his smile with a cheerful grin, Maea didn't even feel winded yet, though a light sheen of perspiration on her brow lingered as proof that she was taking him quite seriously. Either her lack of experience with the glaive showed through, or he wasn't half as rusty as he claimed; either way, she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
I'd make it a good one
