This week’s teaser is from Bloodlust: A Gladiator’s Tale (Domains of the Chosen #1), my first book.
Ever wonder what Gladiators do on the first date? I have you covered.
This scene, and the Chapter where Gavin and Sadira meets, is admittedly somewhat cheesy. Yet… it still rings true for me. I could re-write it, but I worry that in smoothing the rough edges something would be lost.
The Gladiatrix leapt, shouting in joy, bringing her black blades down toward her soon to be lover’s head. Gavin braced himself for impact, his grip on his spear tightening. As he thrust his shield upwards to meet her swords, Sadira nimbly contorted to avoid his spear’s jagged tip. Her twin blades slammed into Gavin’s shield with the force of a runaway stallion, sending sparks into the air as metal screeched off metal, driving him to his knees in front of her.
“Just where I want you!” she taunted him, exulting in the fight, while unleashing a flurry of swift attacks that rained on Gavin’s bright, lion-headed shield like pounding sledgehammers. Such was the ferocity of her attack that he was nearly undone before he could regain his feet. His shield met her blades as he gave ground. His barbed spear darted out from underneath the shield in answer to her assault, sudden and deadly, and Sadira was forced to dance backwards out of reach.
“Come on, you can do better than that. What use is a man’s spear if he can’t–” She was forced to roll backwards before she could finish her taunt, as Gavin surged forward unexpectedly, swinging his broad-bladed spear in a wide slashing arc that passed within a finger’s width of hitting her.
Gavin smiled as his swift-footed opponent came nimbly to her feet; she answered his smile with a fiendish grin, crimson lips shining through her black veil, and then charged toward him again, her feet kicking up sand as her magically enhanced body pushed her forward well beyond the speeds attainable by the ungifted.
She attacked at a more measured pace this time, her twin swords testing his defences, seeking to find a way past his shield and armour to taste her love’s flesh. He matched her movements with his own, bright shield and barbed spear dancing with her blood-hungry blades. They whirled and clashed, probing and testing each other, looking for weakness.