Like A Real Soldier

“Might makes right,” he said, and struck.

Shanka was fast. She dodged, but his blow landed true, caught her across the upper arm in the gap between her armor and bracers. She shrieked in fury and stepped back.

“You cut me!”

“I could do worse,” Rastaban said.

Shanka’s eyes flashed. “You can try.”

He smirked. “I will.”

Shanka set down her sword and her knife and stepped back, curled her hands into fists. “Then fight me like a real soldier.”

Rastaban paused. Then he set his sword down. “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you, my lovely warrior.”