<strong>Who: </strong>Chiya<br/><strong>For: </strong>Henrik, Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>sparring ring<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She backed off, impressed at his economy of motion. She pulled herself back up, catching his blade on hers. She held it in front of her, wanting to see what he'd do, whether he'd back off, or try to overpower her. Her body stretched around him in a wide arc, her tail lying easy on the grass opposite him. She wasn't sure if his awareness extended to the parts of her that weren't moving, but it didn't make much of a difference, she expected any decent opponent to be aware of her at all times.<br/><br/>"A sword is a tool, Henrik. It can be an elegant one, and it is, collectively, the most deadly, but that is all." She tensed her arms, bracing to try and push him back and free her sword up again.