Eliza's hand was already moving in position when Regan began transforming, the familiar glow surrounding her partner making her hop in excitement. Sparring seemed like the perfect way to start the day. She hated boring lectures that only put her to sleep. Her lips twisted into a lopsided grin as she felt the hilt materialize right in her hand, and her grip tightened automatically. The sword felt natural in her hands, felt as though it was an extension of her arm, and she brandished it jubilantly. She did a quick sideways sweep and then a chop as a warm up.

"Reeeady, Regan?" she asked in a singsong drawl, free hand against her forehead as she scanned the courtyard for her first victim… er, sparring partner. Half the meisters in class had already wielded their weapons, while the other half still looked to their teacher, awaiting further instructions. For a second, she wondered if Warbutton was still going on about something, but her attention lasted all of a second before it diverted to the loud voice coming from behind her.

She zeroed in on Conrad and Evan, already in his weapon form. They looked ready to fight. Without warning, she sped toward them, a small cloud of dust left in her wake. She leaped right as she was a couple of feet away from the pair, and thrust out her front leg and tucked in the other, aiming a flying kick at the meister's chest.

"Eliza kick~!" she called out, grinning. She raised her sword as she neared them, Regan's white blade almost gleaming in the sun, ready to strike down once her targets put up their defense.