[She shouldn't laugh but damn if she can't help it. After months of her and Rowan going for one another's necks like feral beasts and then coming to a quick companionship in the thick of things, it's almost strangely odd to hear someone be even halfway mockingly gentleman-like.
It's a shame the landscape of the holodeck is so barren. She knows it's a training field but frankly no true area of any fight would ever be this blank. And half of what she knew was adapting to situations, stacking odds in her favor and using the environment against others where she could. One wasn't raised an assassin to play fair.
You're sparring, she reminds herself. You're not going for his throat or his blood. So in this instance an outward breath before she rushes forward is completely permissible, a signal of movement allowable.
The broadsword has to be wielded with both her hands of course but again she doesn't seem to have trouble swinging it. She's light on her feet if nothing else.]
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It's a shame the landscape of the holodeck is so barren. She knows it's a training field but frankly no true area of any fight would ever be this blank. And half of what she knew was adapting to situations, stacking odds in her favor and using the environment against others where she could. One wasn't raised an assassin to play fair.
You're sparring, she reminds herself. You're not going for his throat or his blood. So in this instance an outward breath before she rushes forward is completely permissible, a signal of movement allowable.
The broadsword has to be wielded with both her hands of course but again she doesn't seem to have trouble swinging it. She's light on her feet if nothing else.]