Snippet #2367624

Korbyn's hopes soared as Maya suggested that she needed a sparring partner. Often women sparred with each other to keep in shape, always challenging themselves with new exercises and opponents. It was rare for them to ask a male to practice techniques, but Korbyn wasn't complaining.

"It would be an honor, mistress." His voice was sincere and he couldn't help how enthusiastic he sounded. "Though I have to admit its been awhile since I've done any sparring." Korbyn said with a smile, chuckling softly. Standing up he wiped his hands on his pants, still smiling his contrasting white smile. "What would your mother think of this?" He asked, a dark brow rising deviously.

Korbyn knew she would be in trouble if her mother knew they were sparring together. Though, Korbyn didn't learn much anyways, he was always busy blocking her blows, dodging and weaving. It was almost like a dance, a very deadly dance. Korbyn could move much faster and if he had wanted to, could actually defend himself. Instead, he took the blows, usually ending up with bruises and marks all over his body, leaving him sore for the days following.

None of that mattered to Korbyn, he enjoyed soending time with his ferocious mistress. It would be crazy to ask her if she would teach him, but Korbyn promised himself this time he would pay more attention to her movements and perhaps actually give her something to fight against...for practice of course Che would never dream of hurting Maya, nothing she could do or say would change that fact.

"Did you have a particular style in mind? I do enjoy watching you with a sword, even if it is wooden."