Dalia hardly noticed the change in slope as she cantered happily towards her older brother. He reached out his hand and she clasped it in greeting - being as Centaurs are virtually incapible of giving the human equivilant of hugs. The smell of mid-spring honeysickle and newly grown in grass softly alighted on the air as Centaurs ducked, attacked, and blocked each other on the drill field. Laughing, her brother looked her over.<br/><br/>"I thought you women didn't need armor to be scary," he said jokingly, "I thought they only needed a sharp tongue." Dalia smiled underneath her helmet, the girn just visible through the slit.<br/><br/>"And I thought men used their swords to think, brother," she responded before swinging her halberd through the air. Thus began the dueling.