<b>She watched him smile as he parried her blow, once again circling her as she swayed easily on her feet. Hadron had taught her that a good warrior paid attention to everything and never stopped moving, even when standing still. Despite his loss, and the fact that she could no longer see his face, she recalled clearly each of the lessons with him. “The sword is but part of it,” she offered back, intent concentration paired with enjoyment on her face. She'd been impressed by his last swing and parry, most of those that had sparred her hadn't been as quick as he was. Not only had he blocked her blow, but she'd not been able to make him stumble back.</b><br/><br/>“<b>He does seem well-matched with her,” Pegawen agreed, though her voice suggested she didn't think quite as highly of the human as Lotharn perhaps did. After all, he was still just a human. No man, to her mind, came up to the level of Ellesar. There had been a true king and leader. Still, she reminded herself that Ellesar had already seen 88 summers before being crowned. By comparison, Thorgan had a long ways still to go.</b><br/><br/><b>When Thorgan countered, Allassiel was once more ready, though she'd not expect the hail of blows, each delivered with cool precision. She blocked with the gracefulness of an elf and the strength developed from thousands of years of practice but, as his assault continued, she found herself edged back. It was but a couple of steps, still the expression of surprise on her face could be seen by everyone. When he finally stopped, it was her turn to circle him as she debated her next move. </b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen lifted a brow and leaned in, intent on the two dancing around each other. She opened her mouth to speak, when a voice piped up. “We're hungry, is dinner ready?</b>