Sasha calmly stepped into the open dirt field.
She looked around, it was an inner courtyard practice field, for generals and other upper echelon to practise away from prying eyes of commoners, and better protected from would be assassins.
Around her were two story tall wooden buildings with balconies overlooking the small dirt field.
Allowing nobles watching the show. Do some casual betting and.

Her eyes wandered to the red character at the other end. His back was to her, he wore only knee long shorts. Exposing his well chiselled body.
Taking a calming deep breath.

“There are only two reasons a woman would appear for me.” Delasangre spoke, his back turned to his sparring opponent.
“It’s either to serve me…”
He did a quick turn, using his strong waist muscles to propel a practice spear at Sasha, which she easily avoided grabbing it, she wore a mischievous grin, her simple and tight clothing allowed her to move fast.

“...Or to fight me.”
Del did a quick pirouette to the centre of the field into range of both of them, Sasha did a quick backstep to avoid his sparring spear tip coming right at her.

“Here to teach you a lesson, big man.” She taunted, as she charged into a fast paced duel. His reach and strength balanced well out her agility and speed.
She ignored the surprised shouts and bets going on with the nobles watching, as she was dodging, parrying and attacking, taking every opportunity to try to get a strike in while trying to avoid his hard hits.

Splinters from the sparring spears flew around her as the shafts collided, dust filled her eyes, but she didn’t abc down.

She saw a small opportunity, her opponent wasn't too used to fighting opponents this much shorter than her.
She thrusted her spear at her opponent, holding it with her right hand. Looking up at Del with her spear at her throat.
She suddenly cringed, feeling a sharp pain shooting through her left shoulder.

“Sacrificing your shoulder in order to stab me, smart. Very good.” Del chuckled, taking a step back and giving her a gentle bow. Accepting his defeat. Sasha returned the bow, rubbing her sore left shoulder that he had hit hard, she’d feel it tomorrow.

“Hah!” She exclaimed proudly, wincing at her pain. “Now you’ll serve me!”
Del laughed as they returned to the nearby table with the spears.
“Yes m’lady, i admit my defeat i am at your disposal.”

They shared a cold wet drink, toasting to her victory.




Artist Iceshadow13