She was not a Damsel in Distress (2)

Dimitri blocked her fatal punches with a smile dancing on his wounded lips. Though a stinging pain would relapse often in a span of seconds, it didn't tamper with the smile upon the sight of his vivacious Little Lamb, and her fluffy red wool swaying and radiating an ethereal glow under the lights, worthy of his praise.

Paired with those beautiful turquoise jewels on her eye sockets, overflowing with vigor, he was filled with energy all the way through.

His hands were itching to grant her a petting on the head. To her, this might be a duel, but to him, it was a dance with an intriguing twist, one that he didn't want to miss out. Although he very much prefers a different style, a particular one that will allow him to feel every one of her enchanting curves amidst the dulcet tunes, relieving that night's memory, That would be too beautiful, he grunted inwardly.