/Yay, we win!/ Gir cheered as Peyton threw in the towel, the snarling, bloodthirsty beast he had been only a moment before gone as if it had never existed. The abrupt shift was always disconcerting at best, and Evan nodded as he accepted the victory with grace. There was no reason to rub it in.
It would have been easy to leave it there, to turn back to the dummies he had been hacking at before she had come along. He could admit now, though, that it wouldn't do them any good. "Nice try," he said instead, only a little grudgingly. "You need to move more, though. There's no way in hell you can match me in terms of brute strength, but you're quick. Use it to your advantage."
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