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“Ready, set, go!”
Nathalie and Gabriel charge at each other, but a second before the collision occurs, Nathalie veers off to the side, causing Gabriel to run himself into the wall.
He turns around, grinning despite the new bruise blooming on his shoulder. She understands. There is an exhilaration in sparring, even in defeat.
That being said, she doesn't lose often. As Gabriel rushes at her again, she ducks under him and strikes his shins, allowing her to topple him and easily pin him down.
His breath heaves under her, and they both smile, glistening in sweat.
“Again?” he proposes.