Alysse shivered as the fighting started. Her eyes looked over at the scene as she slowly stood to her full, yet not so intimidating, height of three inches past five feet. "[i]You must practice on others, trying your hand against the same opponent will waste your potential.[/i]" Set's words wound about her mind. He was right, Alysee knew as she walked to fix this problem. One of the students did not have a partner, walking towards them with a smile she stretched out her hand. Sand beckoning her call came to her like a river, forming a Khopesh. The student jabbed at her as she stepped aside it with fluidity swinging her blade up in a series of rapid strikes. The poor lad yelped and fell back under the onslaught, his sword barley halting the wicked blade. His attempts at attack only made her move to the side, but onwards still she came. Thwacking the lads wrist with the back of the khopesh, the neck of her sword striking his and knocking it away. Leveling the sword under the other demi's throat, Alysse held the position. "Don't ever let go of your sword. Drop you weapon on the battle field and you will die." She growls, remembering all too well her Father's words on the matter. The flung sword knocking over the weapon rack with a crash to end it's flight.