Oh, he was glorious to watch rush her. There was a brief moment where she almost lost herself in watching his approach, but caught herself just before he reached her and raised her sword to meet his. The clang of metal rang through her veins, sending a vibration of excitement to course through her. This was the essence of who and what she was. Violent, aggressive, devoted to her craft and passionate about it.
Each clang invigorated her and excited her further.
As she turned to get her bearings back from the last hit, she felt the Sumerian's blade slice across her upper arm. A sound escaped her mouth, partly in surprised and partly... well it wasn't pain that caused her to cry out. It was pain, to an extent, but moreso it was pleasure.
The hell?
Enyo's gaze immediately dropped to the shallow cut that was bleeding down her arm. How dare he! He was unworthy of her. No matter that her body was warm and excited... and very much needed some sort of release. He was not worthy. In a shout of frustration, Enyo rounded on him again, more angry, desperate and erratic than before.