Redsand Canyon hurry up before your blood runs cold

aquene mirrored, slammed, and kept her teeth sheathed this time. germanicus did not avoid the crush of the blow smashing into his side. the medicus kept herself guarded this time.

her mistake was returning for the same leg. germanicus used the same gambit that aquene had tried, intent upon bringing his shoulder high and hard against her jawline.

they would both separate bruised. he waved his plume for the end of their spar. "you have a better grasp of tactics than many others who have not yet fought," he commented when he had caught his own breath. "i would value it if you learned to spar with the others as well."

his yellowpaint eyes watched her. what had aquene learned?