She toes the edge of the wall they stand atop, anticipation rising as she gazes upon the gaping maws of the dragons below them. Surely, anyone who fell ungracefully would suffer under the jaws of the sizable beasts.
“Xandur, rather than return to the fields, would you object to a more...scenic sparring location?” A smirk adorns her features unbeknownst to her companion. “Hm? Lead the way.” “Oh, but we’ve already arrived.” “Oh, oh.”
Come night fall, once more they commence the exchange of bows and stances. Only this time, she will lay claim to victory.
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