I walked around on the fighting area and found that the sand covered some sort of very hard subsurface. The combination resulted in a very good fighti...g surface. One could easily swing any sort of fighting weapon, such as a sword or a knife, without feeling any tendency for one's feet to slip. That was true whether one wore the common slippers or used his bare feet.All in all, I felt that this was the fairest fighting surface that one could construct, considering the nature of the weapons.. Then I took that composite and tapped Grace on her mental shoulder."What?" she snapped."Can I show you something?" I asked softly.When she responded with an "I guess so," I quickly scrapped Grace's composite and took a quick one of Nicky and showed it to both of them."This is what I see when I look at Nicky. Each color represents a different emotion. See all the different emotions and how they fan out sort of evenly from her. You can tell she's happy because of this one," I said, pointing to a. It sent shivers down her spine. It had to be done. She had to face him sooner or later, after all it had been well over a month. She shakily spun round, her stilettos screeching on the tiled floor. He hadn't changed at all. His dark hair was pushed back exposing his murky blue eyes, his rosy lips spread into a gentle smile. Delilah turned away and began walking back toward the exit, determined to walk away this time. Tears began to sting at the corner of her dark brown eyes. She had to get out. Not having an argument."Look, honey," she said to him, going over and sitting down beside him, and running her long fingers through his silky black hair, "let's not argue tonight. We can talk about this in the morning. There are a lot of other things I'd rather be doing right now." Her fingers started stroking his shoulders. "Did you miss me?" Of course I missed you." he turned to her with a smile.He pushed her hair out of her face and then suddenly his lips dropped to her breasts. He pushed.