<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br/><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She saw her opening and went for it, lunging forward, her blade swinging quickly at his legs. It was a risky move, but she aimed to force him to turn and face her from the other direction, forcing him to watch from a blow from behind from her tail. Of course, he could decide to try to attack her body as she slid past him, but she was prepared to defend herself, although she'd be forced to lose ground that way if she did.<br/><br/>His question rang in her ears, but she was too focused on their bodies to worry too much about it, much less actually answer. She had a feeling he'd be disappointed when she did, he seemed the type to have a bit of mysticism associated with his sword. Well, it was perhaps appropriate in his case.