Hunter
"I'm never going to get this right." Dahlia let out a frustrated huff, swiping her forearm across her brow to push back a few stray strands of hair clinging to her sweat-dampened skin.
"Be patient with yourself. It's only been a month. These things take time, and lots of practice." I encouraged her, breaking my fighting stance. "Water break, let's go."
"I never knew hand-to-hand combat could be so..."
"Involved? Thoughtful? Strenuous?" I suggested, offering her water.
"Frustrating," Dahlia admitted, snatching the waterskin from my hand and drinking deeply. Water trickled down her chin and neck as though she couldn’t quench her thirst fast enough. It was hard not to watch its full path, going down to more interesting parts. "You would have easily killed me ten times over by now.
