<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla watched him go, sinking onto the floor so she could stretch out her legs. With each of his movements, she could almost see him getting slower, less agile, building up the wards that would keep him from killing her with a single strike. As far as she was concerned, hand to hand combat was probably her favorite time of day, especially when sparring against her professor. Despite her disappointment when she’d first entered the room, she could feel her excitement growing at the prospect of having a good challenge. She wasn’t a fool. She didn’t think there was much chance of her winning a fight against him, even at reduced power. But it was definitely going to be invigorating. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I know. I know… I try not to, but its too easy a pattern to fall into… we’re not a good match. And it doesn’t help that we can predict each other's movements no matter how hard we try not to…”</span>