Let's Spar [Part-2]
And so, hand in hand, two fighters—battle crazies in their own right—walked away from the devastated arena, their footsteps echoing softly on the expansive marble-floored training grounds. The morning sun reflected off shattered weapons and prostrate bodies. Guards slid silently aside, clearing a path as if instinct told them not to stand in the way of two storms.
Nova strode a pace in front—back straight, chin high, her long black locks blowing like a war banner. Her smile had not wavered since the handshake. If anything, it had intensified—feral, anticipatory.
Leon trailed behind, hands locked behind his back, his step measured, calm. But in him, a storm raged in silence. His golden eyes followed the swing of her form, the sparkle of her self-assurance, the presence that moved around her like flames dancing at the rim of a sword.
