-1 "Sarah in Neverland"
Sarah's sword struck Max's with a loud clang of metal against metal. Her hair fell in front of her right eye, the golden strands stepping in front of her line of sight. The audience gasped as Max swung at Sarah only to let out a sigh of relief when she parried expertly. The sun beat down on her bare arms as she lunged at Max with all her strength. He raised his blade to block hers just in time. Sarah jumped back and thrust her sword at his chest. But instead of keeping her palm parallel to the ground, which was customary during demonstrations to avoid hitting the other person, she turned it slightly so that the right side of her hand was facing the dusty earth. That small turn was all that was necessary to take the color from Max's face as the tip of the blade flew toward his unprotected chest. But luckily Max was not one of the novice children that crowded the camp ground, but an expert fencer whom had trained with Sarah, perfecting the moves they had planned. Except for that one.
Max caught Sarah's thrust and pushed the blade down until both of their foils were pointed at the dirt. Sarah spun around and flew at Max with another unpracticed swing. She raised her sword to bring it down on his head. He lifted his sword and held hers poised in the air. For a moment they stood stock still; like statues. The silence was broken when Max whispered to Sarah in earnest.
"Sarah," he rasped, "what are you doing? You're not sticking to the choreography." Sarah smiled an innocent smile and shrugged.
"Just tryin' to livin' it up for the kids."
"Well cut it out." he hissed, "I haven't practiced any blocks for the moves you're doin'."
"You seem to be doing fine to me." Sarah retorted with a twinge of coldness that made a small growl roll up out of Max's throat. Up until now Sarah and Max had been in the same position for a while and Sarah noticed then that their faces were extremely close. The nearness made Sarah blush and her eyes faltered, then looked away. She drew back and prepared to lunge again.