Bruce’s expression didn’t change, but he had seen the move coming from a mile away; her grin had given her away, “You still don’t know how to control your emotions.” he said, “It makes you predictable.” He told her, using his own staff to block the move.
As their staffs connected, Sara couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at his words. “You underestimate my training, Bruce,” she replied, words punctuated by blows from their staffs connecting, “I just figured a little casual sparring between friends wouldn’t be quite so brooding.”
