AISHA
first you're my predator then you're my prey
Her stroke was once again cut short by the blade of her opponent, as trained as they were it was to be expected. She did not plan to falter, to give in at her next mistake, and so as his blade skimmed below hers in the wake of the block, his retaliation met it's mark. She ducked away but it still stung against bare skin, having absolved herself from other layers when the fight warmed her blood. She sucked in air at the pain, but did not give into the urge that begged her to glance at the cut.
She swung now for his side, both hands gripping in a calculated maneuver against his hip.
She swung now for his side, both hands gripping in a calculated maneuver against his hip.
give you my love and then take it away