Steven's POV
I picked up one of the training sticks that lay strewn around the open space and balanced its weight in my hand. Not much-just a stick, smooth enough, sturdy enough to practice with. Satisfied, I turned back toward Luna and tossed it out to her.
"Here," I said.
She caught it easily, firm and sure, the grip steadfast as she whirled it once through her fingers.
"Nice," I said, nodding in approval.
She smiled slightly. "I used to be a gymnast."
I raised an eyebrow. "Let's see how good you really are then. Come at me."
Her confident expression faltered just a bit as she looked at me, as if trying to gauge whether I was serious. "You want me to fight you?
I nodded, rolling my shoulders back and planting my feet firmly on the ground. "Show me what you've got."
Luna let out a sharp exhalation, her fingers tightening around the stick as she adjusted her stance. "Okay then," she said, the flicker of determination dancing in her eyes. "Do not blame me if you get injured."
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