She waited for him to move next, which eventually he did when it became obvious she wasn’t budging. The dummy, long forgotten about as the target of the exercise, soon became an obstacle as the pair lunged and parried with their polearms. He was slowly becoming more and more infuriated. As lightly encumbered as she was in a half suit of mail and a light cuirass, she was much, much faster than she was last time. Her large wings, far from being a hindrance, allowed her to almost glide an inch above the floor when she moved. With a twitch, she moved a metre to the side, and he was forced to completely reset his footing to keep up with her.