Chapter 215: The Line Between Steel and Breath
Sophia's eyes flashed with the thrill of that near-success; she smiled in the middle of exertion, a quick bright notch of triumph.
Orion's answering grin was small and wolfish, a spark of something both proud and dangerous. He tilted his head just slightly, the way he did when prey—or a student—had surprised him.
"Don't get too excited shorty, you almost did it doesn't mean you did it. Try again." He told her.
Sophia glared at him but she did.
There was no hesitation in her movements. She didn't even pause to take a breath. She moved with the swords in her hands, one darting for his wrist, the other tracing a deceptive curve toward his ribs. Orion turned his blade with lazy precision, his parry smooth enough to look effortless, though Sophia caught the tightening of muscle in his forearm.
The trainees were quiet as they watched.
