'Siri'
Chuckling at the remark, Iris unstrapped the bag from her shoulder and laid her bow gently in the grass beside it. Then, she turned back to her opponent with a smirk that didn't travel up to calculating eyes.
Her dagger's twin slipped into her free hand in a fluid motion. Hours spent chipping away at various opponents (although admittedly, most of them had been training dummies) made the weight of metal disappear, steel becoming as natural a part of her as the flesh of her palm. But there was still the issue of living, breathing opponents. Actual flesh and bone. Although she'd happily spar with anyone who would indulge her, she felt that her family name and age made most hold back their blows.
She suspected Aisha had no cause for any reservations. Her eyes lit up in a peculiar way when her blade left its sheath. And so Iris stepped forward, turning the blade in her right hand inwards and moving in at the girl's left. She attempted to flank her, but approached bent at the knees, ready to jump back out of the way of the sword's edge.
Her dagger's twin slipped into her free hand in a fluid motion. Hours spent chipping away at various opponents (although admittedly, most of them had been training dummies) made the weight of metal disappear, steel becoming as natural a part of her as the flesh of her palm. But there was still the issue of living, breathing opponents. Actual flesh and bone. Although she'd happily spar with anyone who would indulge her, she felt that her family name and age made most hold back their blows.
She suspected Aisha had no cause for any reservations. Her eyes lit up in a peculiar way when her blade left its sheath. And so Iris stepped forward, turning the blade in her right hand inwards and moving in at the girl's left. She attempted to flank her, but approached bent at the knees, ready to jump back out of the way of the sword's edge.
