[Training] The night is dark and full of terrors

Roana I am more than just a piece in their game "Oh now there're rules." Roana said dryly under her breath. Ground rules for getting stolen property back? How terribly convenient for the ascended. Must be so nice to decide when to and not to play fair; especially when fair wasn't really on the table to begin with. But other than that quiet little quip she said nothing. She simply nodded her head in agreement. Whatever. Rules-schmools. She just needed to best her in order to get her sword back. Cold. Pain. None of those things were going to stop the former Captain from achieving her goals. At the word to go, Roana didn't hesitate, charging forward with practiced speed and power, broadsword at the ready. Her blue eyes were narrowed with steely determination as she charged the ascended woman. Roana swung the shorter blade at the woman's mid-section, feinting at the last second with a quick twist, raising the broadsword to slam it down towards her shoulder. Her aim was to use the claymore's length to its disadvantage, staying in close to the woman to make it much more difficult to wield. Wessex