[Training] The night is dark and full of terrors

Roana I am more than just a piece in their game This Ascended didn't know what she was in for frankly. Sure, the night gave her some advantage, but that was all the advantagr she had. Last time she had surprise, last time she had threats. This was just between them now, and what this Ascended didn't know was that she was far from the first of her race that Roana had fought. What were Ascended here were Bloodfiends in Northwind. The extra speed, the extra strength, the inability to feel pain - it was all the same. How many drills had she done against Bloodfiend warriors? How many midnight training sessions to learn to trust one's other sense? How long had she studied their movements and methods, their strengths and weaknesses? This Ascended was just a Bloodfiend with a piss poor attitude in need of getting her ass handed to her. And that was something Roana had always been quite good at. She was a woman after. She had to be better than best. The woman parried, predictably so. The blades on her hand - which were nice for show but terribly inefficient and only good for fighting off unskilled muggers in back alleyways - wouldn't get anywhere close to the former Captain. As soon as the edge of her broadsword touched Krosis, Roana spun backwards to her left on featherlight feet, the blow not stopping but moving in a fluid follow through. Her steps brought her behind the Ascended, the broadsword swinging towards her completely unprotected left side. Her feet didn't stop though. Roana stayed in constant movement, already prepared to dodge or parry or feint left or right. The Ascended was being closely studied. Every twitch of muscle, every slight lean, every tiny bit of physical favoritism was seen, scrutinized, and anticipated. For each possibility, Roana had multiple plans of attack to follow. Practice makes perfect they say, and practice had been her entire life up to this moment. She didn't need to have the sword offered to her. She didn't need concessions. She was getting her sword back even jf it meant hacking off this woman's limbs. It had never been training for Roana. It had been a fight from the first second.