[ The coins are incredible to handle. His mind tunes out; he stops thinking about the individual ones, stops consciously using Allomancy and goes to pure instinct. Some deflected, some pushed back, a living constellation of forces and movements. His mind tracks a hundred things at once. He's learned the science behind it now, too, and it makes it more beautiful, to his eyes.
They are graceful. There's never been any Mistborn he's fought who was close to her. Even Kelsier; Zane loved sparring with him, too, but there's just something more here. And she's gotten even better since last time.
Falls into a steep ravine; jumps from tree to tree and meets her midair; lands, more than once, in a rough arc that uproots grass and scars the stone. The sun moves too fast, in this place, and soon it's sliding into sunset. He plays games with the blinding, near-horizontal light, the steep shadows. Tries to blind her.
But in the end he's not playing for keeps. He won't try too hard to win. ]
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They are graceful. There's never been any Mistborn he's fought who was close to her. Even Kelsier; Zane loved sparring with him, too, but there's just something more here. And she's gotten even better since last time.
Falls into a steep ravine; jumps from tree to tree and meets her midair; lands, more than once, in a rough arc that uproots grass and scars the stone. The sun moves too fast, in this place, and soon it's sliding into sunset. He plays games with the blinding, near-horizontal light, the steep shadows. Tries to blind her.
But in the end he's not playing for keeps. He won't try too hard to win. ]