“Was that a riposte? I thought you were having a seizure and got lucky blocking my blade!”
“Hah! You’ll be having seizures once I’m done carving you like a roast day turkey!”
“I’d rather be a turkey than a pig like you!”
Their dance continued on and on until one managed to score a lucky strike and gave the other a small gash across the forearm. At the sight of the blood, the attacker stopped and ran over to her brother.
“Emand, how does defeat feel?” Elissa asked.
“My feet are fine, but my arm happens to be bleeding darling sister.” Emand retorted, “Still, being one of the rare times that I’ve lost is a good sign that you are still learning. Also, we should go see the doctor before all of my blood is outside of me.”