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You grunt, your back hitting the brick wall, and a sword is brought inches from your throat. You're definitely going to feel that hit in the morning. A short laugh comes from your sparring partner.

She's going to regret that, you think.

"You never take your eyes off the enemy" she tells you

She takes a few steps back, brings the sword up and places her feet in a fighting position. She looks at you, waiting for you to take the first move.

You take a breath, grip your sword and slowly start to circle her. Her eyes watch you carefully. You lunge, she blocks and you're both clashing your swords against each other. The clashes of the swords echoes around the basement, and your breath comes out in puffs of clouds. Your body aches but you won't stop until you've won.

Vastra's sword meets your shoulder and you winch, as it cuts into your shirt and skin. Vastra pauses, is about to speak, but you take this advantage. You swing your sword and knock Vastra's out of her hand. You grab her, like the way Vastra taught you, and push her to the ground.

Vastra huffs as you sit on top of her grinning. You've done it, you've beaten her finally. And you honestly don't know what part of your brain decided your next move was the best, but you lean in and let your lips press against hers and you swear, nothing has ever felt this amazing.