[Her blow lands, but the way he regains his form leaves her impressed. A smile continues to play along her lips, and she notes that he can take a hit with grace. Learning to do that took her a very long time, and she wonders for how long he's been a warrior. It makes sense, now, why he might have intentionally lost those few matches before. The officers would swarm him, like ants to spilled sugar.
Spilled sugar, she muses, as he teases even in the midst of their spar. Her smile only grows.]
I promise I won't leave any scars.
[A joke, but she's also serious. The training blades are dulled, but that doesn't mean they can't cut through flesh with enough force. Since he's moved back now, Diana takes the opportunity to move in once more, feinting a swing to the right before pulling her arm back a bit to attack him from the left.]
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Spilled sugar, she muses, as he teases even in the midst of their spar. Her smile only grows.]
I promise I won't leave any scars.
[A joke, but she's also serious. The training blades are dulled, but that doesn't mean they can't cut through flesh with enough force. Since he's moved back now, Diana takes the opportunity to move in once more, feinting a swing to the right before pulling her arm back a bit to attack him from the left.]