…phainon's eyes flutter shut, and he can feel the drumming of his heart even more now. a breeze passes over him in perfect timing, gracing against his sweat slicked skin. the two have been sparring for… six rounds now— no, this one marks seven in his mental tally. time passes by fast when it's spent between clashes and taunting words exchanged with grins, doesn't it? the tinge of soreness starts blooming in the muscles of his arms now that they're no longer in use, and it's an entirely pleasant feeling.
…but sinking down into the grass and calling for a break after hours of action isn't the same as forfeiting— never that! it's a truth understood between both of them: a battle that has no clear victor doesn't end, it only gets prolonged. …that isn't such a bad thing.
“ huff… ” phainon's hand raises to swipe the sweat away from his eyes and up through his hair, pushing his locks back until they spring into their usual shape. his eyes open then to look at his sparring partner. “ you're sweating like that… but you're not even remotely tired yet, are you, @coreflamed? ” he questions with a knowing smile, his eyes traveling over those red-inked muscles before locking back on mydei's eyes. “ you know, it amazes me still that that body of yours can even feel fatigue at all. i'd have thought you'd always be raring to go until the very end, muscle cramps be damned! ”
phainon pushes himself up to his feet then, grabbing the handle of his sword as he rises. not to continue fighting though. “ well, a spar's no good if one of us passes out from exertion or hunger first. ” it's a reasonable statement spoken with that hint of a playful tease, “ …though, knowing you, i don't think you'd mind that at all, if a fight went on that long. ”
