Bloom narrowed her eyes as she tried to shift her weight against against the hit. It was a little like fighting with magic if magic wasn’t a free flowing energy she could mould as needed and was instead a heavy humming blade. So actually completely different. But she needed to know this, she’d lost contact with her magic enough times and hated being stuck waiting to be rescued. The ego part of the situation aside she’d also rather not… well die. “Aw, really?” She batted her eyes trying to play off the strain on her arms. Bloom remembered being a little kid and swinging a stick around at a tree, for lack of friends, pretending that she was sword fighting. Her interest in fairytales was occasionally varied and everyone loved a cool sword. Sword training with a Prince turned out to suck a lot more than eight year old Bloom could have imagined. She quickly shifted her weight to the side letting their swords slide off the other, it wasn’t graceful and caused her to stumble but it at least gave her a bit of space to try and think. “What a romantic. Did you come up with that one yourself or does Red Fountain have a an elective on battle clichés?” She was a bit of a cliché because it was kind of doing it for her.
Gentle. As always he would be with her. but he wasn't a quitter. often those girls fluttered around saving his behind but he promised to help her - train her in mortal combat. A skill which, no doubt would come in handy with the situations they tended to get themselves into. But he couldn't help the banter, as much as the session was serious the light air of laughter. the cocky exchange clouded his mind. her retorts to challenge heaved a scoff from himself, fighting talk from the Alfean fairy he was used to those winx girls talking up to him but he knew Bloom, and the hard part was she knew him. battle cliches. a good one ❛ Red Fountain has a class for that, just as much as Alfea has one for damsels in distress.... clearly.❜ A smirk as he watched her, almost trying to calculate her moves. a foot guarded up front as he held back awaiting her next play. ❛ If you want to play that role I'll always be there to catch you. Otherwise... Let's dance. ❜ Sky would always answer the call, he was a protector first and foremost sworn to defend the lands. And for Bloom he planned to be by her side, but if he couldn't well he had to do the next best thing. A twinkle in his eye as his feet moved, cautiously treading. ❛ I promise I won't tell a soul that I beat you. ❜
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Bloom narrowed her eyes as she tried to shift her weight against against the hit. It was a little like fighting with magic if magic wasn’t a free flowing energy she could mould as needed and was instead a heavy humming blade. So actually completely different. But she needed to know this, she’d lost contact with her magic enough times and hated being stuck waiting to be rescued. The ego part of the situation aside she’d also rather not… well die. “Aw, really?” She batted her eyes trying to play off the strain on her arms. Bloom remembered being a little kid and swinging a stick around at a tree, for lack of friends, pretending that she was sword fighting. Her interest in fairytales was occasionally varied and everyone loved a cool sword. Sword training with a Prince turned out to suck a lot more than eight year old Bloom could have imagined. She quickly shifted her weight to the side letting their swords slide off the other, it wasn’t graceful and caused her to stumble but it at least gave her a bit of space to try and think. “What a romantic. Did you come up with that one yourself or does Red Fountain have a an elective on battle clichés?” She was a bit of a cliché because it was kind of doing it for her.
Gentle. As always he would be with her. but he wasn't a quitter. often those girls fluttered around saving his behind but he promised to help her - train her in mortal combat. A skill which, no doubt would come in handy with the situations they tended to get themselves into. But he couldn't help the banter, as much as the session was serious the light air of laughter. the cocky exchange clouded his mind. her retorts to challenge heaved a scoff from himself, fighting talk from the Alfean fairy he was used to those winx girls talking up to him but he knew Bloom, and the hard part was she knew him. battle cliches. a good one ❛ Red Fountain has a class for that, just as much as Alfea has one for damsels in distress.... clearly.❜ A smirk as he watched her, almost trying to calculate her moves. a foot guarded up front as he held back awaiting her next play. ❛ If you want to play that role I'll always be there to catch you. Otherwise... Let's dance. ❜ Sky would always answer the call, he was a protector first and foremost sworn to defend the lands. And for Bloom he planned to be by her side, but if he couldn't well he had to do the next best thing. A twinkle in his eye as his feet moved, cautiously treading. ❛ I promise I won't tell a soul that I beat you. ❜
