She executed a smooth, fluid pivot across the slick ice, using her spirit's momentum to slide around his parry, bringing her blade around in a fast low horizontal sweep aimed at his waist.
WHOOSH!
It was her best and most fluid attack of the morning.
Klaus's silver eyes flashed with genuine subtle approval.
He didn't parry this time as he simply took a single precise step backward with the tip of her steel whistling through the empty air an inch from his trousers.
Tasha landed cleanly on her feet, her breathing heavy with her blade held in a perfect stable guard.
'I did it!' Tasha thought with her heart soaring with excitement. 'I fixed the footwork! The movement was smooth!
She raised her blade, ready to launch into her next combination, feeling like she was finally getting the hang of his training—
"Breakfast is ready!"
Mirela's sweet cheerful voice called out from the carriage door, instantly cutting through the intense combat atmosphere.
