never skip leg day

Starlight Academy was fascinating to say the least, and the students in it even more so. Within the first week of orientation, Luna had learned and discovered many different things about the school and general culture of Manta Carlos. However, throughout that week she had been much to light on herself by skipping her regular training routine for the sake of familiarizing herself but today she was determined to get back into the endless grind. Moreover, she could take this as an opportunity to get to know the gym community a little more and hopefully score a practice match.

Walking into the gym, she was surprised to find it rather empty but didn't pose much of a problem. Instead, she proceeded to the nearest treadmill to start her warm-up run. Perhaps someone keen to have a duel would enter whilst she was still there.

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@Max!! It's a little short, my bad.

Upon hearing a voice call out to her, Luna immediately slowed down the treadmill and stepped off to properly facing the stranger. Placing her arms casually by her side, she stood in a relaxed posture as she gave the other a slight nod of respect. After all, she would much rather not come off as rude, especially on their first meeting. Taking a short moment to observe the new presence, she immediately noticed his hair dyed a similar azure blue shade as her own and his eyes an intensified reflection that colour. Now that sure was interesting.

Taking a step forward, she couldn't help but have a closer glimpse at the male before she replied his question, her voice composed and tone unhurried and languid. "I would be honored to have a spar." Pausing for a quick moment, she then slightly sheepishly added "Could you please lead me to the sparring rooms though? I'm a little new here."

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IM VERY SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY D:

Mumbling a quick thanks, Luna followed her new acquaintance to the sparring room, glad to be exchanging contact information. She was impressed to say the least; Luna was no stranger to powerful opponents and understood the immeasurable extent certain individual's capabilities can reach, however, according to him this room could bear the brunt of it. Though she had a few concerns, she eventually decided to take his word for it.

Walking a few paces away, Luna too conformed herself into a defensive stance. Her hand and hovered above the hilt of her sword for a few beats but decided against it; her opponent, being a male, was likely biologically stronger than her and she would need every trump card she can get. The tip of her tongue glided across her bottom lip as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, searching for any possible weakness in the other's stance. Keeping her voice in a calm and tone composed, she spoke.

"Ladies first I presume."

Wasting no time, Luna lurched forward, feinting a tackle. Once she was close enough, she then dropped to the floor and used one foot as a pivot while the other swiftly swiped in a horizontal arc to take her opponent out from his legs. A safe but calculated first move; should she miss, the momentum would propel her movement backward, giving a few meters worth of distance to cover for her split second of vulnerability.

Truly, was fascinating; it seemed that the closer she got the...colder it was. The change wasn't so drastic to render her immobile but it was no doubt a noticeable change, not that she was against it. Once she regained her composure, she immediately noticed that Frysta had already closed the gap and was ready to strike. Luna was impressed to say the least, however, in the midst of a duel, anything but her full attention would be an insult to her opponent. Pushing all praiseworthy thoughts aside for the time being, she dragged her mind back into the battle.

Without much momentum left, the sidestep dodge felt sloppy but did its job regardless, her torso missing his strike by a hair's breadth. Keeping much of the weight on the balls of her feet, she allowed her instincts to guide her fluid movements and like a rubber band stretched to its limits, Luna snapped back. Twirling around, she aimed a knee kick to the center of his back, opting for precision and nimbleness rather than a display of brute power.

As the pair of great wings sprouted form his back, Luna was caught by surprise and only had enough time to cross her forearms in front of her chest forming half-assed block before being thrown behind. Rolling backward on the foor, she quickly scrambled onto her feet as she warily locked her gaze back on her opponent. Just as Luna processed that strange occurrence with a "wings, wings very big", they were already long gone. A flicker of curiosity crossed her face as she continued to stare, motionless but her posture on guard. As she spoke her tone portrayed her cluelessness yet her apathy tainted her voice.

"You're a shapeshifter? Demon? Dragon...?"

For a split second, Luna was tempted to launch an attack should her question distract her opponent even in the slightest but she refrained herself from doing so; such a style of battle was below her. That being said, the other clearly did not ask or desire to participate in any small talk hence after a few moments of standing idle, a slight awkwardness seeped into her posture.