Backing up didn't really serve him well. Harley hooked his legs, and Zeke went down hard, knocking the wind out of him for a second time. At this point, even if his shield hadn't broken, he'd have given her the victory. She had certainly earned it as far as he was concerned. "Yield."
The spikes on her axe looked might sharp this up close and personal. He very carefully lifted a hand and pushed the tips of his fingers against the side of the spike that was aimed at his throat, nudging it away.
"I think that's enough of that." It was time to get the hell off the training field and into a pool.
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