Today's experiment is a fantasy medieval rendition of Gatchaman! Well, sort of. It's mostly Joe and Jun. But yes.
"Hya!" The young woman stepped backward, parrying against the broad strokes of her partner. "Is that all you've got, Joe?" she called. Her partner grinned, pausing to push aside a lock of hair that had escaped his helm.
"Hardly!" Joe smirked. "I'm just warming up, Jun, and don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a woman," he said. Jun snickered; for as long as she'd been a squire along with Joe, Ken and Ryu under General Nambu of House Utoland she'd never truly felt like "the only girl".
"I should certainly hope not," she said, lunging forward to strike at him. He neatly stepped aside, and their match continued until Jun emerged victorious. Joe laughed, removing his helm and running a hand through his shaggy brown hair.
"You got lucky," he insisted, but they both knew she'd won fair and square. "So how long ago was it that you were a child admiring a shiny sword, stomping her feet and insisting if the boys were allowed she was too? I didn't know you were actually gifted!"
"As I recall," Jun murmured, removing her own helm and affectionately tapping the end of his nose, "you only took up the sword to compete with Ken." Joe's brow crinkled and he flashed her the most affronted pout he could fake.
"You promised never to bring that up!"
"I made no such promise!" She gave him her smarmiest pout, and Joe took that opportunity to cover those lips with his own, snaking his arm around her waist.
"Why is it that you're so cute when you're such a brat?" he murmured. Jun shrugged, resting her head against his shoulder.
"Same reason you're so cute when you're arrogant."