Seaside Moors Unmatched Talents

Of course, it wasn't going to be easy, not with her, it never was. She was quick to react, already preparing to counter his own counter with her own. His teeth barely grazed her flesh and already he could feel the finishing move tickling his own neck as she claimed victory. Defeated, his muscles unwound, resting his head against the hard soil, acting as much of a corpse as he could except for the following statement being uttered. Hm... how does it feel to be a widow so soon? He sobbed sarcastically, only her, only she had managed to bring out such a playful mood in him. 

She made him both hard and soft, capable of bringing out the softer sides of the paladin that he tends to hide away from even the closest companions he had - while she kept him on his toes with her own tactics. It was riveting. Perhaps it was uncouth of them to fight one another, wrestling or spars, or even to have had their first meeting be a fight - but it all worked out in the end, did it not? With a coy flicker of his eye, he waited for her response.

This wasn't over. He'd have his revenge on her for this later, or another day... he'd remember this little sneak attack.