Lily sighed deeply. It had been the better part of a month since she'd last had a fight with Masterson, and even still she was no closer to being able to defeat him. Frankly, it was doing a number on her mood. She could picture the scene so clearly in her mind, and she could see exactly what she should have done differently, but it just wouldn't...<br/><br/>Lily snarled. Enough speculation, more dangerous acrobatics with pointy metal bits. She pictured Masterson's charge, pirouetted away from the imaginary enemy while bringing her very much physical blade up to counterattack - and once again stumbled at just the wrong moment, stabbing her mattress in the process.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Shit.</span><br/><br/>Lily winced as landed ass-first on the ground. She'd had plenty of years to practice - going on two hundred of them. Why was this so difficult? Where did Masterson get off charging like that, anyway? It was hardly a dignified-<br/><br/>A knock on the door snapped Lily out of it. She had half a mind to wring the neck of whoever it was, but as she opened the door her bad mood melted away.<br/><br/>"Hey, Sol, what up? ," Lily asked cheerfully. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a moment to beat the crap out of each other, would you? I've been practicing-"<br/><br/>Sword. Sword, sword, where was her sword? Oh, right, the mattress. She turned her back on Solstice for a second to retrieve it.<br/><br/>"-a move that should answer - hang on-"<br/><br/>With a grunt, she tugged the sword free and offered it to Solstice. She'd use a replica, the better to avoid injuring the squishy mortal too badly.<br/><br/>"-that bastard's stupid charge attack, but I just can't seem to get it- anyway, do you have a moment?"