Nov 10, 2017
@tyria-brightaxe continued from ask
A small smirk broke across his otherwise serious features as he drew his sword in kind. He was rusty, yes, but muscle memory and years of training soon took over. She lunged at him and he responded, raising his sword diagonally across his chest. Her blade met his with the clatter of metal against metal.
Cullen was not, however, expecting so much force and for a moment she managed to push him back. Regaining his footing and using both hands to leverage his weight, he pushed back. “Is that the best you’ve got, Warden?”