[B]Minerva Fairchild[/B] [i]Each Day is Different[/i]

Nodding in agreement with Garnet, Minerva actually responded smartly in kind as she strode to the other side to retrieve the blade that had been thrown. Twisting it in her wrist once and working it out of the hardwood, a splintering snap announced its release, and a snap defined the return to its sheath.

[B]"Sorry, your highness. My style depends entirely upon the situation that I am facing, alongside the burden I am bearing."[/b] Wondrously, the shield dissipated into fragments of light as it left only two blades which lay sheathed at the midst of her back. Smoothly, she would unsheathe both, and hold them.

Garnet had seen her fight like this before ages ago, and how could she possibly forget? Raw power combined with maddening speed to boot, even moreso since Minerva was no longer encumbered by the weight of steel plates.

Twirling both blades in her grasp, Minerva looked across the distance to Cassius. 

[B]"Alright then, your footwork seems sufficient enough. How about your offense, hm? Let me see what you can do to defend her Highness."[/b]