"You fight like all young men," she called to him. "Eager to begin, quick to finish. A true master knows the pleasure of the long game."
He glared over at her. "We're still talking about sword fighting, right?"
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As she turned and straightened, the top two buttons of her tunic popped open.
Mutt's attention faltered... just for a split second. His gaze dropped for the fraction of a heartbeat. He was a guy, after all.
Spalko took advantage, smashing a fist at him. He yanked his head back, but he was too slow. Her knuckles pounded into his face, splitting a cut under his eye.
Blood flowed hotly down his cheek.
Spalko smiled at his stunned expression. "First time?" she asked slyly, seductively. "Your wound, I mean."