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Ayatah's eyes remained fixed on Halin'a, her brows furrowed in concentration as she watched his first attempt at stabbing her. He missed, but to her surprise, he didn't seem to need any guidance to correct himself. This impressed her. When learning to spar, it seemed most people were quick to be frustrated should their early attempts be far from perfect. Even Ayatah had had the odd one or two tanstrums when she was learning to fight as a child in Taloba. But Halin'a remained calm, focused. This was promising.
"You're doing well." She said as the point of his blade poked her stomach, touching one of the three long scars, now faded, that stretched across the width of her abdomen. "You are a quick learner, and know where you go wrong." She answer his grin with one of her own, then retook her side-wards stance.
The smile was still on her face when she spoke next, and the words were accompanied by a playful quirk of her eyebrows, "I'm not going to go that easy on you the whole time, though. Try again." This time when he would go to stab at her, Ayatah would step swiftly to the right, twirling in a slow circle like a dancer.
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