When Hiei asked Anaka about her weapon she merely smiled, and flipped two narrow 4 inch silver daggers. One dagger resting in each hand fitting nearly perfectly if not perfectly, she loved the feel of the smooth cold surface of the dagger in her hand. She took a defensive stance, one blade laid in the air in an obtuse angle over her face while the other rested at another obtuse angle at her chest. She relaxed her breathing letting Azrael tap into her own strength so the strength of each other were shared as well as physical abilities. She wasnâ€™t necessarily certain how this little spar would end but she was convinced she would not leave the spar without being scarred or injured.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>â€œYou can start.â€</span>