"A sparring match?" [i]Cyra narrowed her eyes slightly, suspicious of Rachel trying to make herself seem less than she actually was; a viable strategy, in truth.[/i] "Alright." [i]She sheathed her carbon fiber sword, taking off her kevlar jacket to reveal a vest of carbon fiber weave underneath, sleeveless. Her left arm was surprisingly muscular, thanks to a lot of time spent in the gym. She raised her fists, shifting her feet to enter a combat stance.[/i]

Rachel kept her smile as she placed her gun down nearby and got into her own, more agile looking fighting stance. Cyra could see Rachel's eyes dart around the area quickly and then back at Cyra, observing every inch of her. "Nothing like a friendly spar for some exercise, am I right?"

"Right." [i]Cyra slowly began to circle around Rachel; as she circled, she was always facing her opponent, and shortening the distance between them with each revolution.[/i]