#asaz

Asaz spun the small blade in her hand. Her breath short and sweat streaking down her brow. A breathless laugh left her parched lips as she watched the near exhausted qunari in front of her. 

“Come on Bull, you can’t tell me you’re done already?” she taunted as she planted her feet. 

The other laughed just a breathless as he straightened and rolled his shoulders. “How long has it been?”

“Two hours!” Krem called from the fence, keeping an eye on all that had gathered. It seemed they had started bidding on who would win. “Come on Chief!” 

“Yeah, come on Chief,” Asaz called over. He waved his hand and turned a little. “Oh by the blade, what, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?”

The crowd cheered and jeered in response. The Iron Bull paused and looked around. He laughed again and turned back towards her, setting his feet. She responded with a joyful laugh of her own as she planted her feet and raised the blade. 

Krem admired as they stood for a moment, watching each other. He could almost see all the calculations going on behind their eyes with every muscle twitch. Then they surged forward, two walls of sheer power crashing together. Steel rang out and strikes cracked against skin to leave dark bruises on grey skin. Together they danced, neither telegraphing their attacks yet each knowing right where the other would be. It was a dangerous dance.

Then it was over. 

He was over her, blade on her neck, her’s at his heart. They were both grinning like fools as everyone looked around. 

“I win…” Asaz taunted.

“It’s a dr…” Bull trailed off as he realized where her knee was poised. “You fight dirty…”