Challenged To A Duel

Her feet resounded within the room, as they got closer to his ears. He raised his head from his pit, ashamed. Veins throbbed on his tightened fists.

'This isn't the way things are supposed to be! I should be the stronger one' He thought, gazing into her slate-greys, void of contempt but showed a trace of encouragement. She stretched a hand before him. He took her hand. She pulled him to his feet. "If you want to quit, then I understand?"

“Quit?” Draven stepped back, shouted "Who are you kidding? I won't quit until I spank your ass red"

"Draven!!" she punched his shoulder and laughed, concealing the burning heat in her chest. "How can you say that with a straight face?"

Focused expression, Draven picked up the sword "Because I know it will happen!"

"Oh, we will see?" Becky smiled and took a relaxed pose, lowering the tip of the sword to the floor. "Ready?"

Draven replied "Whenever you are babe?" drawing his sword above his chest.