Wang Li glared at Gale, pointing her wooden sword at him. "Fight me."
Gale raised an eyebrow. "You mean spar?"
"Whatever," Wang Li said and took her stance, slumping her shoulders in a slanted position.
Well, her basics weren't bad. And it didn't look like she would stop until Gale gave her a lesson. Gale considered what good would come of their clash as an idea resurfaced in his mind.
Practical examples were always better than theory.
Gale approached Xiaolin and took her wooden sword, which was barely better than a stick. "I'll borrow that," he said and then poke her slightly in the legs as Xiaolin fell again. "You rest for now. I'll give you a mouthful after I finish with her."
Gale advanced and stood comfortably in front of Wang Li, whose eyes were blazing like a protective mother, standing up for her cub. Perhaps, she thought, Gale wronged Xiaolin, badmouthing her about all her hard work.
