"You're really good at this," he gasped, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Yatho set one hand on her hip, pretending to examine her nails as she waited for him to recover.
"Am I? I hardly noticed."
(more) "You little-"
Grynewaht pulled his axe up, hoping to catch her with a surprise attack. To his utter dismay, she deflected it with the handle of her own weapon, making him stumble back a few meters away.
"Tricky plays," she said, wagging a finger disapprovingly at him. "Let's see you try that again when I'm on my guard!"
Mostly recovered from the last couple minutes of sparring, Grynewaht rushed at her again, throwing all his brute strength into the swing of his axe in an attempt to knock her off her feet. He growled when he felt her shift back an inch, having to adjust her footing to deal with his attack.
But in a second she had adjusted and was rushing at him, forcing him to defend himself from her barrage until he'd fallen to the ground.
"I give!" he shouted, squinting up at her. "Bloody hells, you're a demon."
Yatho helped him up, abandoning her own axe several feet away.
"If we had a fight without weapons, I'd have won," Grynewaht muttered, pride wounded with the fact that a Miqo'te her size had bested him for the better half of an afternoon.
"Keep telling yourself that."
"Same to you, though."
"You're really good at this. Even though I kick your ass every time, you're the only person I can fight freely with."
It was definitely a proud compliment, coming from the Warrior of Light, but Grynewaht pretended to dislike it.
"Doesn't matter until I beat you, you devil-cat."
"Keep dreaming, darling."