<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br/><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wouldn't quite be right to say that Chiya had been expecting this move, she hadn't, but she had been prepared for it. She thrust her sword into the ground for leverage, and, clinging to it, swung her body around and out of the way of his strike. She had been hoping to keep him engaged and open to a strike from the powerfully prehensile serpentine appendage behind him, but she would settle for protecting herself, and, hopefully, keeping him off balance.<br/><br/>Her tail swung in a wide arc, before coming to rest behind her again. Chiya tugged her sword out of the ground quickly, wishing again that she had her usual complement of three, which would have enabled her to press the advantage of surprise. She didn't give him much time to rest, launching a speedy attack at his side opposite where he'd swung at her. She didn't expect it to connect, but she was actually trying now, and wanted to see if she could at least get a reaction out of him.