<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br/><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She smiled to herself, swinging her tail around again, on an impact course with the back of his head. She let him catch her sword between his own and the scabbard, confident that her supernatural strength would be enough to keep it in her grip, or at the very least the impending threat of the blow from behind would make him disengage. Of course, he clearly was quite strong himself, to be able to wield such a blade with one hand, but she was still pretty sure that she wouldn't be overpowered so easily.<br/><br/>She was beginning to get a better sense of the fight now, and it was clear to her that she was outmatched. With more than one blade, or with her magical enhancements (let alone with both), she could almost certainly beat him, but as it was the question wasn't if he would land a serious blow on her, but when.