"Keep up if you can, Commander," She taunted him as she waited for him to signal that he was prepared. Once he was fully ready, she began to circle him but soon the sound of steel against steel rang out as she lunged and began their dance. This little session of theirs continued well into the twilight hours and only ended when Luna was trapped in his arms with one of her chosen daggers resting an inch from her throat, his shield and sword were forgotten on the field, his chest was bare as during their training he had been forced to shed his breastplate, his hair was plastered to his head from the sweat and both Cullen and Luna were panting heavily from their dance.