英 语 学 习 资 料 3(21)

That young boy had an uncommon grace and speed. The musketeer who was probably twice his weight was attacking him directly, and this boy was evading each of his attacks with ease. So delicate he seemed almost frail, he moved with a feline grace, sliding between his slow and ponderous adversary’s fingers...
“Good God, you’re right!” Cried Porthos. “That boy is very talented!”
He couldn’t be very strong, but he compensated by his dexterity, skill, and speed. ‘He’s really quite catlike...’ Athos thought, his eyes following the boy incessantly. “I can’t help but wonder who would win if the two of you were ever to fight. Between brute force, and that light agility; it would be a tough call as to who would have the upper hand.”

“Don’t make me laugh, Athos! This kid is no doubt talented, but I’m much stronger than he is!”
Gaspard was trying to corner his opponent against a tree and, exasperated by the opposition the young apprentice was posing him, he wielded his foil furiously.
“You seem to be having some trouble fighting a little girl,” mocked the young blonde boy.
“I’ll make you eat those words!”