The sounds of clashing swords and weapons echoed through the stormy air. Yingxing smirked with each swift movement he made.

You, a vidyadhara, had an advantage with you abilities, but you shouldn't have underestimated your fellow friend's skill..

After hours of vigorous training, Yingxing spoke with a smile, patching up the gash that your tail had gotten from his cuts.

"Sorry, I went overboard, didn't I?" The arrogant yet kind weaponsmith helped you up, his hand meeting yours as he chuckled slightly. "But you still owe me a drink!" He spoke in that haughty tone of his.

The two of you then headed home, as Yinxing was walking, he turned back to the Vidyadhara.

"That was a good spar, wasn-" Before he could finish, you leaned against him from behind, exhausted.. your dragon-like tail lazily thumped onto the floor. Yingxing's brows raised in surprise and concern, you were warm.. really warm...

The weaponsmith's brows furrowed worryingly, feeling the weight of the vidyadhara against his back..