<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open, Chiya specifically<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside sparring ring<br/><br/><br/>She did not speak, but she was far from quiet; and even if she were, she'd still make ripples in that mental 'pond' of his. He watched the ripples, and waited for the right moment; and when she struck out at him, she would find him moving.  The sword narrowly glides along his cloak, not even putting a rip in the fabric. He moved so little; just exactly enough to dodge the attack, and not a single inch more than that.<br/><br/>Once again, she'd find his sword coming towards her, moving to clash it against her own weapon.  This seemed to be something he favored; but one might conclude that there had to be more than this.  In truth, she had only seen the tip of the iceberg of what he could do, and he wanted to keep it that way.<br/><br/>The scabbard, for now, remains unused, but poised and ready to strike at her the moment she went to move again. .