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For a time Ayrella was able to lose herself in the nearly meditative motions of the fight. Her muscles were already sore from disuse, but they still seemed to remember just how to move to best dodge out of the way, even getting a few hits in herself. It had been a very long time since she’d sparred with Ikthar and, even though she held no delusions that she would win, she enjoyed every moment of it. He moved with strength and precision, but Ayrella had the advantage of being smaller, quicker, and lighter on her feet. And the familiar patterns of his fighting style were a comfort to her.
This was perhaps the first time since she had returned from the Dreaming Lands that someone was not asking her [Read More]