Golden Glade The Strength Within

She spoke, and Nico smiled softly, sensing that she was just a tad bit annoyed. It was normal; he'd had his fair share of frustration and annoyance in the past, but he always got over it, and he was confident that Shalon would as well. "I've trained my entire life," the silver male smiled grimly. "I'll be scared if I wasn't." There was an underlying bitterness in his cool tone, and for a moment, the soldier was lost in the memories of the past, as he so often was. This time though, Nico pulled himself out of his swirling thoughts quickly: in a battle, one could not afford to have one's head in the clouds. 

That was a lesson Nico had learnt the hard way, and he was never making that mistake ever again. And so he concentrated on her, and when she made her move, it was clear that she was attempting to copy him. He danced out of the way, but had been slightly distracted, so her shoulder caught him and jolted the breath out of him. Nico blinked, grinned and narrowed his eyes at her. "Good job," he called, and continued to circle her. "Come on, keep going."