<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open, Chiya specifically<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside sparring ring<br/><br/>He followed behind the Lamia, remaining fairly quiet as he did so. He was not one to fancy idle chatter.<br/><br/>Once the track and field area was in sight, he'd move up closer to her, and point off towards one of the outside rings. It was set out on the grass, a painted line marking out the area  in a perfect circle. What only some people, like the faculty, knew was that the painted line wasn't just a physical boundary to keep the fighting contained within it, so it did not spill out and affect others that might be training in the area; it also contained hidden sigils that would prevent magic from leaving or entering the area.  In this way, nobody would need to worry about an errant fireball from a spar disrupting, say, ones jogging around the track.<br/><br/>"This is a good spot, right?" He'd say as he walked into the circle. As he did so, he withdrew the broadsword from its scabbard. It looked like it was made of some sort of silvery metal, with a bluish tinge to it. There were wavy patterns in the blade, as well, in a manner that was similar to Damascus Steel.<br/><br/>Holding the metal studded scabbard in his left hand, he kept the Sword of Still Waters firmly gripped in his right. The sword was about three feet long, and quite thick; it looked like a two-handed sword, to be honest, which meant his ability to wield it one handed had to be some mix of its magical nature and his own skill and strength.<br/><br/>As he stood in the one spot, facing towards his sparring partner, he would shut his eyes, and focus. His mind opened, until he could feel what was around him. Stillness, for the moment...