Tidas and Shasta slowly circled each other with taunting grins. Shasta had two talon-tipped short swords that were more akin to extended daggers than swords. Her speciality was close quarters combat, but she was also a sharp shooter, on occasion. And the only person who'd ever kept pace with her was Tidas.
Even though Shasta was a couple hundred years old, she was like a teenager; comparatively speaking. They'd trained together since the prince was about twelve. She was like a surly older sister to him, and one of his closest friends. They'd raced and sparred as often as they could for training. And were quite familiar with each other's attacks.
