It’s true that she’s a little distracted and it has always been disastrous when she is. It didn’t take long before she nearly wounded Vince again. The last clang of their swords as Vince tried to parry her ridiculous swing resounded around them. He lost his grip and dropped the sword. Naya saw the moment her blade cut his shirt and she froze. Her heart leapt out of her chest. They both dropped to the ground at the same time, checking where the cut is.
Vince sighed as he leaned back, “It’s just a scratch.” Well, there’s no blood. Just a long red line on his flesh.
“You still need to clean that.” Naya checked before lying on the ground, breathing heavily.
“You should really not use a weapon when you’re out of your mind.”
“I know. I know.” And yet she stubbornly keeps doing it. It’s good
