Phoenix Maplewood Leaving your keys in my car

an option was presented to her. Heloise felt her nails dig against the soft earth at the prospect of a sparring match. ever one to be physically able, she was keen to do such a thing. the woman saw the sense in the man's idea. if he was to find the beast that assaulted his charge, he would have to remain strong of will and body. "aye" she would breathe, dipping her head with confirmation "we shall spar."

it had been too long since she had done such a thing. travel made for little room aside from building endurance. she would turn from the man and step lightly a few paces away. allowing him the running start his bulk required. shifting back to look at him dead-on, Heloise would raise her head. "then come at me, sir" and also allowing him the first taste of it. t'was his suggestion, after all.