<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open, Chiya specifically<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside sparring ring<br/><strong>When: </strong>12:00PM<br/><br/>With eyes still closed, he could feel the ripples of the approaching cord. His free hand would toss the scabbard high up into the air, and, without changing direction, snag the cord out of the air. Just as she asked, tied it about the hilt of his sword. "No, the sword is quite deadly.   I've never been one to worry too much about getting injured on campus. Of course, I make it a point to never go for the vitals." He spoke calmly, his eyes remaining closed throughout.<br/><br/>As the scabbard came falling back down, he once more caught it in his left hand, and held onto it tightly. For a few moments, he would be otherwise unmoving; but when he could not sense her movement, something clicked in his head. "Ahh, I see." He said more to himself than to her.<br/><br/>He would begin to approach her, and as he drew within striking range, it was not his sword that went flying towards her own; rather, it was the metal studded scabbard.