Kael had watched the girl, excited by the thought of hitting him with just one strike. He didn't even bother to move as she charged at him, her stance weak, and her grip on the stick unsteady. Just as she was about to hit, he casually sidestepped, and she missed. Her focus had been so singular that she didn't recover fast enough to adjust her aim. Physically, the princess was weak, and Kael knew if she ever found herself in a situation that required strength, escape would be impossible. He sighed inwardly, his little wife was delicate in more ways than one.
"Stand up and try again," Kael encouraged, twirling the piece of her dress he'd torn around his knuckle.
