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The strikes rang out loud, as Romeo sparred with Alistair. She knew Morrigan was watching them from the benches, probably with her usual self-satisfied look on her face. Sweat dripped from her body as she and Alistair struck each other. They were well-matched, having come up training together. Duncan had imparted on them both as much as he could.
It might seem arrogant to say so, but Romeo knew she was very good. The fact was, she had won a lot of competitions. Morrigan had been in the crowd for most of them. They had shared plenty of hotel rooms.