<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br/><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br/><br/><hr/><br/>If she'd had her usual enchantments on her blade, it would have cut through the metal like butter, but blunted for practice it slid off just as he'd expected it to. She tried to compensate, angling the blade upwards towards his arm, her entire body rising up in the process. She knew she wouldn't be fast enough to block his counterblow, but maybe she could at least turn it into a sort of draw, if she could land a crippling strike along with his.<br/><br/>She couldn't, but it was a valiant attempt, and her last-second motion meant that the blow aimed at her throat slammed into her chest instead. She fell back, letting her sword fall from her hands to throw them back to catch herself on the grass. Lying on the ground, she smiled up at him. "That's gonna leave a mark. Well played, Henrik."