Save Me, Claim Me
Our first exchange was a blur of motion: Kira’s strikes were fast, her form flawless, but I anticipated her patterns, countering with a blend of skill and instinct honed from years of surviving - not just fighting.
After a brief grapple, we broke apart, both breathing hard. She nodded approvingly. “You’re smart. Not just strong. That’s rare.”
I smirked. “I try to make brains look good with brawn.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Brains that kept you alive so far?”
“Mostly,” I said, then added with a teasing edge, “Though I admit, sometimes it’s dumb luck.”
Kira’s laugh surprised me - deep and genuine. “Luck isn’t a weapon here. You make your own fate.”
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