HARPER
Harper's grin is sharp and approving as she does not relent beneath the pressure of his muscle, his blade. It's an enticing match up, and if she cares to look between the clash of steel his admiration is blatantly obvious in the electric blue of his eyes. A chance meeting for a sparring partner has clearly landed him with a talented parallel, and he wonders if they could make this regular already.
She is shoved back by his shoulder, but again she does not relent, and a bark of an approving laugh escapes as the devilish twist of her sword unseats his own, slicing a thin bloody line across his forearm. But Harper is an acrobat, and he kicks out a leg to catch the sword on the bridge of his foot, tossing it back up to catch once more and falling back into a defensive position. The sting of a landed blow only fuels him, and he crooks a finger at her playfully, inviting her to make the next offensive move this time.
She is shoved back by his shoulder, but again she does not relent, and a bark of an approving laugh escapes as the devilish twist of her sword unseats his own, slicing a thin bloody line across his forearm. But Harper is an acrobat, and he kicks out a leg to catch the sword on the bridge of his foot, tossing it back up to catch once more and falling back into a defensive position. The sting of a landed blow only fuels him, and he crooks a finger at her playfully, inviting her to make the next offensive move this time.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
