“Did she like your proposal?” “No. We danced around for a while. Sparred once.” “Is she good?” “Yes.” “Better than you?” “Faster. Voron taught us both. It was like fighting myself. She’s a killer. If you take away her sword, she’ll pick up a rock. If you take away the rock, she’ll kill you with her hands. She zeroes in and doesn’t let go.” Suppressed admiration slipped into his words. Elara felt an uncomfortable pinch. “Aside from fighting Voron, it was probably my best fight,” he said.
