The blade fell from Rollan's bleeding hand. He cursed under his breath and grabbed up the weapon with his other hand.
Meilin raised an eyebrow at him. "Still not ready to admit defeat?"
"Not in a million years, Princess Panda."
She laughed, "If you're still in one piece in a million years, I'll write to the papers."
"What for? To remark on my incredible longevity?" He joked.
"No. To remark on your incredible stupidity for still not backing down." She shrugged. "This is assuming that you aren't missing a limb... or three."
"Well! I didn't exactly have those fancy tutors of yours!" He imitated an accent that reminded Meilin of Devin Trunswick's continuing from when Rollan said fancy.
"Well maybe my fancy tutors would have paid you a visit- if you had been worth their time, that is."
"You mean if I weren't already superior, and well beyond their skill level!"
She laughed, then lunged at him. He raised his sword, and they spared for another hour.
Meilin feinted a strike to the side and caught Rollan in the chest with the hilt of her sword, knocking him down.
He fell on his back and gasped for air, winded. Meilin crouched next to him and offered a hand. As She pulled him up, she wrapped an arm around her neck and kissed him.
An electric shock ran up her spine as his lips pressed against hers. They finally pulled away.
Rollan's cheeks were flushed. Sunlight streamed through the window, making his dark brown eyes look golden.
She smirked. "My tutors didn't teach me that."
He laughed. "Well maybe you should teach me." And he pulled her in and his lips met with hers.
I know! It's short and stuff. Please tell me what ya think though! :) -IADS
P.S. This is not going to be continued. (One shot, I guess?)