<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open, Chiya specifically<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside sparring ring<br/><br/>"Thank you. You're very good yourself.  You're not used to fighting with one sword, are you?" He'd ask, having deduced quite a bit about her battle tendencies from the spar. The whole time he was watching those 'ripples', he was committing them all to memory, and building a sort of profile in his head. Sparx might have his fancy data-pad for those things, but for Henrik, he could construct such things, at least in relation to battle, in his head.<br/><br/>He would slide the sword into its scabbard, and keep it in his left hand. He would extend his right hand towards her, in a friendly offer of assisting her back to... her... tail? Well, maybe she didn't need any help getting up. He was pretty uncertain.<br/><br/>She might note, the moment the sword went into its sheathe, he opened his eyes again.  Was that coincidence, or for a reason? It would be hard to say from the first observation, though might be worth noting, depending on ones view of potential minutia.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose you'll be wanting to get back to your duties.  I think I'll do some laps." He had plenty of energy left, and she'd likely know that that was not only due to his natural stamina and resilience, but also because of how efficiently he used his energy during the fight. At no point had any move of his used more energy, more dedication, more movement than was absolutely essential.  It was highly optimized.