AINO
That her head was not bitten off for the smartness of her mouth was a good sign; Aino would take it. With a grin she stepped up to meet the former general and tapped her sword lightly to his in greeting; "Charmed," she smirked, and started forward in a quick riposte meant to stab Deimos' left shoulder. She was left-handed and a shield bearer - though without one at the moment - and used to the slight advantage it gave her before opponents got used to the relative rarity of her quirk.
"So, what lost you your job? No, don't say anything; let me guess. Hm... Sleeping with your boss? Acting without orders?" Not above hitting below the belt if it gave her any kind of advantage, the sharp eyes of the woman kept watching for danger signs. From sword, or rage, or unexpected hurt - this was a spar, after all, and not a match to the death. Aiming low and striking for the heart were different things entirely.
"So, what lost you your job? No, don't say anything; let me guess. Hm... Sleeping with your boss? Acting without orders?" Not above hitting below the belt if it gave her any kind of advantage, the sharp eyes of the woman kept watching for danger signs. From sword, or rage, or unexpected hurt - this was a spar, after all, and not a match to the death. Aiming low and striking for the heart were different things entirely.
For the good times that we share,
and the bad times that we'll have
and the bad times that we'll have
