"You've done this before," Aurora said.
Xavier pivoted smoothly, maintaining distance. "Once or twice."
His body felt lighter than expected, more responsive. This new form had good instincts—better than his original body in some ways. He caught Aurora's wrist as she threw a hook, using her momentum to pull her slightly off-balance.
"Twice is understating it," Aurora laughed, recovering instantly. "Your footwork's too good."
She broke his grip with a twist and dropped low, sweeping at his legs. Xavier jumped over the sweep, but Aurora had anticipated this. She rose with the motion, her fist stopping an inch from his sternum.
"Two-one," she announced. "Getting nervous yet?"
Xavier settled back into his stance. "Nah, I'll still win."