Nora
"You shouldn't underestimate your sparring partner," I gently advised.
"You're not enough to be my sparring partner," Raven retorted with a teasing smirk.
"You'll regret saying that," I replied, my voice lighthearted yet confident.
"Make me," she laughed, raising her wooden sword theatrically. "And try not to cry for your mommy if I give you a good beating."
I decided to ignore her prodding, I took a deep breath, focusing on the basic moves Clyde had taught me and the insights Jason shared. I knew Raven had the advantage in strength and speed, but I hoped her lighthearted disregard would work in my favor, along with my knack for observation and quick thinking.
Raven charged with a straightforward, powerful swing, the whistling of her sword audible as it cut through the air. Rath
