Nobody's prey

Isa's hit landed, then Sirius' hit landed right after. They were tied, but only for a moment. Once she rushed him again, the giant man sidestepped, dodging her attack only to tap her on the shoulder. "Dammit," the blue fae grumbled, though it was all in good fun.

Now that the spar was over, they had to decide what to ask of the other. Sirius, being the winner, received three requests while Isa had two. The warlord asked what she wanted of him and Isa gave her head a little tilt, glacial eyes roving over his handsome, grinning face. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted. "I want you to smile more," the woman spoke. It was a simple request. Sirius looked so happy when he smiled. Much less severe than his normal, resting bitch face.

"And what would you have of me, Warlord?" Isa had no idea what he could possibly want from her, but she would soon find out three times over.

"Isa"