<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br/><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She nodded at his explanation. She could see the powerful magic inside his sword, but the enchantments inside it didn't prevent the school's spell from laying blunting and cushioning spells over the top. "You should go for the vitals, though," she said as he approached, "there are a lot of things out there that won't give you a second chance if you don't take them out in your first strike."<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed as he advanced within striking distance. She noticed his muscles tensing up, and started to shift her arms to  parry his strike, only to notice a moment later that he was swinging his scabbard instead. She slid to the side, feeling the heavy scabbard whistle just past her side, her arms rising to meet an anticipated follow-up strike from his sword.