<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/>She was good. This was good. She was being defensive, and he had a feeling she was doing so to feel him out, and learn how to take advantage of his style; he was confident this was the case because it was what he, himself, often did.<br/><br/>He jumped away from her, putting about two feet or so of distance between them. He 'stared' into her own eyes with his, which at no point opened. "You're right. But then, when one hopes and strives for peace, one limits ones ability to wage war.  It's hard to keep both desires and abilities in check; balanced.  But, that sort of equilibrium is what I strive for.  That is why I  train to subdue, and train to kill; to be capable of both."<br/><br/>He remained placid and unmoving; he was going to be defensive now, and make her take the offensive. "Tell me, what's the sword, to you?"