We all got inside as we got our things ready.
I grabbed a shield while Galena donned a sabre.
Yasmina was in the corner armed with her cello, a music stand, and the sheet music of the composition she created.
Like a conductor, she used her bow like a wand and gave us a four count before starting the music.
Galena looked possessed as soon as the cello started playing as she lunged with the sabre while elegantly dancing as I blocked with my shield.
Our steps were in pure coordination with the tempo and the mood of the piece.
Her eyes were filled with a warrior’s wrath. I know she was playing a part, but for just one second, I thought she was serious.
If I could read minds, I’d bet anyone she was thinking.
“How’s this for emotion?”
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