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How many times had they sparred? Although, spar seemed too nice a word. The two toed the line between sparring and fighting every time they crossed blades, either seldom walking away without a new injury of some sort. Starkiller wasn’t so proud that she wouldn’t admit earning a scar or two from their intense training. Taking a swift step back, she twirled her saber, taking the brief moment to catch her breath as she sized up her opponent.
“You’re getting slow, Nyla.” A pause, a smirk that was as much of a challenge as the raised weapon. “Sure you want to keep this game up?”











