The air between them burned, not just from the clash of their elements, but from something unspoken simmering underneath, he could feel it in the air, the fire of tension left unsatisfied, of truths unspoken, of lust coiled like a serpent beneath every swing. Sylvaris's breath came slow, steady, his golden eyes narrowed as they traced her form, the flicker of flame trailing behind her movements making her body glow like a vision painted by sin itself.
Her wings flared behind her, and she rushed him again, but this time, he didn't simply block, he pivoted, blade twisting in his hand, not to cut, but to catch the clasp of her cloak as she turned. The edge of his sword sliced cleanly through the fabric, and the hood fell first, revealing the full crown of her red-streaked brown hair, sweat-slick and wild, sticking to her cheeks as her breathing deepened.
"Playing dirty now?" she hissed between breaths, and her smirk was pure challenge.
