Rhythm had never been into sparring before she'd come to Imperium, that was Bass and Motif's specialty. She stood back and watched. Now that she was here though it was becoming second nature to her, the adrenaline rush, the quick thinking, the feeling of your blood pouring on the earth. It was an indescribable feeling that she'd come to enjoy. It was interesting that he didn't trust a healer, when it would have been likely that any other time she would have been the one dressing the wounds on her face. This time though it had been done by the novice hand of her niece. Though she couldn't have done a better job herself.
He'd ask if she'd won, and like the truly humble she wolf she was she'd answer him, "It's not always about who is the winner and who is the loser," really in this spar the winner was Shaye. That was all the answer she'd give him, and he wouldn't be hearing anymore about it. Though his next question was much easier to answer. "Mostly for practice, though this last time it was so my niece could practice her healing on some live subjects."
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