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Morning[/color][hr][/right]
	Amelie gave an empty smile as she gave a small bow then widened her feet ever so slighty, just enough to move her from a casual to a relaxed, but ready, stance. [color=A85A5B]"Major Amelie Yun, AMSIF, non-Alchemic specialist. Pleasure to meet you."[/color]

	There was a lot that can be read from a person just by observing them. Some easier than others, but Amelie thought the girl striding toward her, all gleaming saber and heavy breaths, was fairly straightforward. Probably the quiet type, someone who takes in all the little things that make them tick and bottles them all up until either she gets a chance to release them or it blows up in someone's face, and while she wasn't certainly lacking in skill with the blade or the ridiculous power it seemed every person in her line inherited, it seemed as if the young Armstrong didn't know restraint, or perhaps just didn't care in the moment. 

	In any case, that just meant Amelie would have to be a little more considerate during their spar. The acrobat herself had worked up her usual sweat and though she had pushed herself a little harder than usual to quell the unusual but infrequent pains in her left shoulder, she herself was still energetic and showed no fatigue aside from deeper breaths than usual. Besides, this was just a friendly spar, a way for Olivia to show Amelie what type of person she was outside of the dossiers and textbooks the investigator had familiarized herself with over the past week, a chance to make a first connection with her future co-worker. 

	As soon as Olivia readied herself in the ring, Amelie gave her a slightly wider smile though there was still no emotion in her eyes, just the gaze of someone focused on a task. [color=A85A5B]"Thank you for indulging me,"[/color] she said, barely allowing the words to drop before bursting like a coiled spring toward her opponent, leaping forward in one movement. 

	The reach the saber had over Amelie's short practice blade gave her opponent the natural advantage, one that could be balanced but not negated if Amelie got inside of the saber's range. Her left hand was extended slightly forward, blade at the ready looking to parry aside the saber if Olivia would swing at her from the side, though Amelie doubted she'd be able to safely deflect all the power and recoil the Armstrong girl was capable of summoning. Instead, she focused all her energy into the flat palm of her right hand as she came closer, tightning her core, turning her body to the side, keeping her fingers tensed. 

	As soon as her left foot connected to the ground however, she blasted her momentum downwards into her stomach and then past down into her legs as she pivoted on the heel of her foot, dropping herself down low and aiming at her opponent's feet with a sweeping kick from her right leg.