originally posted in:The New Dojo
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?"
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"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]
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Rachel kept taking a step back as Cyra got closer, her one hand moved to her side, out of Cyra's line of sight. "How you doin'?" She asked with a boston accent jokingly.