Elizabeth eyed the dummy, thinking what to do to it next. She could chop of it's head? No, too brutal. This wasn't a 'to the death' match, just friendly keep going until you can no longer continue. She picked the sword back up and was about to continue her training when an unfamiliar voice seemed to sneak up on her. Elizabeth quickly turned, aiming the tip of the sharp sword to the direction of the voice. She was taken a little off guard as she stared at a man- a very handsome man at that, but still, what did he want? Was he a thief? She didn't have anything if that was it. Elizabeth kept her eyes trained on the man, making sure to watch his every move in case he tried to advance on her.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" She asked, a thick English accent could be detected in her soft almost musical voice. The sword was starting to cause her arm to get sore, so slowly she lowered it. He couldn't have been to much of a threat, right? If so, Elizabeth had fast instincts, she could act quickly, but mentally she told him it wouldn't be a good idea. She may have been a woman, but she could fight and wasn't one to be messed with.

The sword she held was completely lowered now as she eyed the man from top to bottom, then bottom to top. "Don't worry about what you stumbled upon, it's nothing. Just.. self defense I'm teaching myself." She said. [i]Good one, Lizzie!![/i] Her inside voice said, jumping up and down with glee at her flawless fib.