"Son of a... fine." Cyrus rolled his eyes and landed in front of her. He drew Sovereign, separating it into his two swords. "So, how do you want to do this? Here, or do you have another place in mind?" He stretched his muscles. "Time's up." He quickly raised his sword and pressed the tip to her throat. "Nah, kidding." He lowered his sword. "Ladies first." He bowed and took a couple of steps back. "Kidding again." Cyrus dashed forward, lowering under her arc range and trying to slice her side. He would then turn around and attempt to take out her legs with a single slash. He had the perfect strategy. His opponent's metal skeleton and her arms and legs would weigh her down quite a bit, so he had the opportunity to weave and dodge, nickle and diming her to death. Or maybe he should capture her? Disable her arms and legs? Yes. Capture. Good idea.