She raised her blades. “Once more through.”
The clash of steel, the slide of sweaty, slippery bodies, the wild life of it all, it exhilarated Raphael. He sparred with his Seven once in a while, but it had always been a practical exercise, to keep his physical skills sharp. Elena fought like it was part of her very self, and her joy in it infected him until it was a pulse beneath his skin.