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She's defiant and fearless as she practices her moves - when he enters to see an interesting competitor having taken over his usual playground!
He's passionate - both, about the sword and about the woman standing in front!
They battle it out, without giving each other any leeway... they treat each other like proper opponents...after all, they are equals in their own might...
And through the course of the ensuing battle... there comes a point when Jalal places his sword against her neck. Transfixed, he stands close to her - observing her as intently as he wants.
Then, he removes her veil. Slowly.
She doesn't even twitch - because she knows the power of her beauty. At the same time, her mind is making ten calculations. She has to escape the charms of her competitor. She has to escape defeat. She has to escape the unfamiliar jitters of being studied by a man from such close quarters - So, she HAS to calculate how to grab back her weapon and turn the duel in her favor!
And Voila! All she has to do is to take advantage of his brief distraction - all a result of his 'entrancement', of course!
Clutching back her weapon, she spins around and places her sword on his shoulder now...
As she does so, her tresses fall open.. she notes it for a second, but cares not...
He stands defeated, yet happy - his lips sporting a resigned smirk. He'd lost his heart once again!
'T'was not the fault of my skills as much as twas the fault of your beauty' he states!
