Torn Between Two Moons

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

What he wanted to show her turned out to be a training room.

The training room was more like a dojo than a gym, with the wooden floor boards, and martial arts textbooks, at least that explained where he learnt how to fight. What shocked her the most was the variety of weapons.

They all looked new, and covered a variety of range, from ancient to modern. She saw guns, grenades, and ammos, right beside swords and spears. The swords were of different shapes and sizes, and Natasha was a bit startled to find her own sword there.

“Nice blade you have.” He said, when she picked it up. “One of the most effective ways to kill a werewolf.”

She smiled, unsheathing it and staring at the silver blade, it showed her a reflection of herself, of how she had sworn vengeance when her mother died, the endless hours, days, months, years spent practicing, training, failing, until she was as good as she was now.

“So, do you like it?” Ashier asked, spreading his arms to all around them.

Natasha didn't reply at first, instead using her fingers to trail the handle of the weapons, are were finely made, she could effectively use almost all of them, ranging from the dagger to the guns, and was a master in most.

“Yes, it is really, nice.” She said, turning around, and heat rose like a wildfire to her face, her heart began to beat like a drum. Ashier stood shirtless in front of her, she stood there, enjoying the sight of him, he seemed unfazed she was looking.

His shirtless form was a sight to behold- strong, lean and utterly captivating. Well defined muscles rippled like water beneath his smooth skin, inviting Natasha's eyes to linger. His broad chest and chiseled abs seemed to flex with every breath, sending shivers down her spine. His arms were strong and well-toned, and Natasha imagined herself leaning on those strong shoulders.

Fool, Natasha berated herself, her mother's murder demanded retribution, and here she was gazing at shirtless man, but try as she might, she couldn't look away.

Very soon, the moment was over, and Natasha felt sad it had ended, then felt angry she was sad. Ashier put on a sleeveless linen white shirt, made for training, and threw a bag at her.

Natasha caught it, and opening it, she saw a gold linen shirt, like the one he wore, and some linen pants. She looked up, and found him looking at her as if waiting for something.

“Well, go on, change. We don't exactly have all day.” He said, smiling as he looked at her, she couldn't well demand him to turn around after what she did. He smiled, and heat rose to her face, she willed it not to show, but his laugh told her she failed.

Well, two can play at that game, Natasha thought, and began to undress. Ashier's laughter caught, and he stared at her for a second as she began, an emotion flickered in his face, was that desire?

It was gone before Natasha could be sure, and he turned around when she started to show skin. In seconds, Natasha had undressed, shedding her dress like a snake shed its skin, she pulled up the golden linen fabric, it was smooth to touch, falling seamlessly on Natasha's skin. It fit perfectly, and Natasha was almost curious how he got her measurements, from her old clothes, maybe.

On the back of the shirt was a wolf's head, with the word 'Wolfsbane' written in black underneath. Natasha tied back her hair, she didn't want it to interfere with her movements.

“I have heard a lot about you, permit me, but I'm a bit curious to see you in action.” Ashier said, picking up two wooden swords and throwing one to her. “Ready when you are, Natasha.” He said, getting into a sword stance.

Natasha bristled, hearing call her name, say it, made her body react, jolts like electricity flowing through her veins. She breathed, trying to calm down, but it was futile, all she could think about was him.

Angry for making her feel like this, she threw herself at Ashier, attacking with such ferocity that Ashier could've gotten seriously hurt, thankfully, Ashier was no stranger to fighting, and very soon he started to push back.

The fight was like a dance, and it spoke truer than words could ever had. They fought boldly, recklessly, attacking and blocking and dodging faster and stronger and harder. The sound of the wood hitting each other cracked louder and louder, and Natasha grinned, she was enjoying this, the grin on Ashier face said the same thing.

Their swords moved faster and faster, until it became a blur in their hands, the sword was not made from normal wood, normal wood would have shattered from the force of the blows. They were roughly evenly matched, both masters, but if there was an hair's difference, it was with Ashier.

Ashier fought like no one she had ever fought before, his fighting was bold and daring, like a lion unleashed from its cage, she smiled, fighting back with equal ferociousness, but she knew, her best chance lay in a gamble.

Natasha feinted left, but struck right, Ashier responded, parrying her sword away, she let it fly out of her hands, it was a distraction, and sure enough, his eyes followed the sword.

Now was her chance, she had seconds at best, she lunged bare handed at him, and grappled him to the ground. She pinned his sword arm under her leg, so that he couldn't move it no matter how hard he struggled. He tried throwing her off, but she had him.

“I win.” She said, breathless, that had to be one of the toughest fights she had been in, and it was definitely the most fun.

“You cheated, that was cheating.” Ashier said, a thin sheet of sweat decorating his forehead, reflecting the light like diamonds.

“No rule said I couldn't do that, did it?” She chuckled. This close, she could smell his scents, of leaves, of forests and of the present thin layer of sweat.

“I suppose it didn't,” He chuckled also, and then......

He kissed her.