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Sho looked at Minerva, he asked her. He could tell she had a noble upbringing and nobles, most of the times, were full of arrogance and were way too overconfident in their abilities. Maybe he could use that to his advantage while they sparred.He followed her outside, eyes locked on her. he thought and walked out on the road, standing opposite of her. he chuckled silently. he said and without a warning, quickly used Void Step, dashing forward and behind her, requiping Kaliz in the process, opting to play defensively at first so as to measure her attacking power.
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Minerva Fairchild - The Lion's Fang

Patiently, she stood absolutely statuesque as her new adversary finally stepped outside after her. His parting words to the conflict bore a warning that she better not regret her decision brought a smirk upon her pursed lips. Then without any warning, he vanished! Her eyes narrowed then, as her senses took upon themselves her surroundings and caught the first warning of a footstep to her rear. Snapping her head about so she could look at him from the corner of her crackling white eye, Minerva waited patiently for him to get within his striking range, and then she moved.

It was difficult for anyone to see or perceive, but in a wickedly fast and fluid motion, the girl not only moved out of the path of his oncoming assault, but struck twice. In little more than what most would consider to be a few split seconds, instead of him behind her, she was instead behind him by several feet. This however, would not be the most shocking result.

Just as the wind blew for a few moments, and if she was accurate as she believed herself to be, Sho would notice that his chest might feel quite a few degrees cooler, for his front was uninjured; yet there just might be a clearly sliced cross pattern in the front of his clothes. Her perception and speed had allowed her such an offense without any actual injury to him. The second he would move to face her however, is the moment she rose her blade's hilt to rest on her cheek with the tip of the saber pointed towards him.

"Prepare yourself." She would whisper, this time such words could even strike fear into an ordinary man as she lunged forward. Streaking across the ground in little more than a blur, the Fairchild brought the dull edge of her sword to bear rather than the sharp as each strike moved faster and more ferocious than the last in a series of harrowing blows from on high, across and wide, or even down from below, she pushed forward in a maddeningly fast assault.