There she was, throwing knives, hitting the bull eyes almost every time. He looked at her in awe: her talent was unmatched, yes, but that's not what stopped him in his tracks.
He took in her slim and muscular yet womanly form. The way her body moved while she threw knives appeared to akin to both making love and raging at a lover. She was fierce, if he had to put a word on it. And her outfit didn't help either. Her tan animal skin skirt barely covered her bottom. Her breasts spilled out of her tiny golden bralette. Her luscious and long brown hair covered most of her backside. He waved, but she was intensely focused. No fear, he had a few ideas in mind to get her attention.
Out of her line of vision, he crept up toward her. As he silently approached, the wind blew, lifting her skirt a tad. He snuck a glance, closing in on her. He stood directly behind her, stuck out two fingers, and gently caressed her arm, blowing on her neck. She shuddered and turned around suddenly.
"How dare you?" She expressed angrily. She took in his form and seeing him fully, softened. "Paul," she said.
"Hi darling," he responded, "You're a beautiful warrior." He looked at her intently, his eyes mixed with tender love and aggressive lust. "But I must admit," he said gently running a finger along her neck, "I'd like to see you fight...against me."
"Against you? But you've taught me everything I know," she said emotionally, reminiscing on their love story. After witnessing him defeat a wild bear, she begged him to be her teacher, and seeing her fiery desire to learn, he eventually relented. He coached her lovingly, pushing her to get better every step of the way. And somewhere along the way, they fell madly in love.
