The Storm King

Leon never considered himself much of a dancer. He was skilled enough at it—Elise, Emilie, and Cassandra had made sure of that—and his experience in combat lent itself well to learning to dance, but he lacked the passion and drive to become truly good at it.

However, as the music of clashing steel reached his ears, his body moved with grace and strength. His opponent’s blade slid over his shoulder, not quite touching him, and he body-checked her, throwing her back. To her credit, she regained her balance with lightning-fast reflexes, and just as she’d been taught, launched herself back into the attack, meeting his follow-up head-on.