[she raises her eyebrows. far be it from Lucina to ever refuse a chance to spar -- especially with someone new. coming off the end of criticism, it only makes her more eager to prove herself, so she doesn't even think to question, instead unbuckling Falchion from her hip and carefully setting it aside.
hand-to-hand, is it? she wonders what she ought to expect, whether she'll be at odds with her super-strength or not. she doesn't know much about the bat -- something she ought to have amended by asking Jaime, but...what better chance to learn than now?
with eyes sharpened and bright, she returns to their meeting point, setting her footing while considering the state of his. like Guzma (and many, honestly, considering her height), he's bigger, but...she may have speed as her aid if brute force won't do her well.
and so it goes: she'll test the waters by punching head-on toward his middle.]
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hand-to-hand, is it? she wonders what she ought to expect, whether she'll be at odds with her super-strength or not. she doesn't know much about the bat -- something she ought to have amended by asking Jaime, but...what better chance to learn than now?
with eyes sharpened and bright, she returns to their meeting point, setting her footing while considering the state of his. like Guzma (and many, honestly, considering her height), he's bigger, but...she may have speed as her aid if brute force won't do her well.
and so it goes: she'll test the waters by punching head-on toward his middle.]