Private Finished Swords Make The World Go Round

"Pretty often yeah. Plus the Sparring Club meets here too."

She readied herself, though her stance was less of an official ready stance and more of a makeshift one she'd found worked well for her through her adventures. To start with she cast a handful of sand out to summon one single sword in her right hand. The second one could be summoned if needed later.

"Oh, but I'm ready when you are," she grinned and then immediately feinted a strike towards Arno's shoulder while really intending to just gauge her opponent's response.

Seyyal smiled slightly as her opponent slipped swiftly out of the way of her false strike. Having not actually committed fully to the stab, she was not taken off balance by the dodge.

Still, she had to move quickly to avoid being struck herself. With a flick of her wrist she flipped the sword down to an underhand grip and brought her elbow down with a snapping motion. In effect she could have been stabbing at someone behind her if she'd followed it through more, but it was enough to deflect the blade enough to allow her to sidestep away and out of immediate range.

"Not bad at all. Better than some in the club, for sure."

Seyyal smiled with determination as she saw the change in direction just a bit too late to properly adjust and parry the real strike with her blade. She'd have to weather the blow, and her armor was perfectly suited for a glancing strike if she maneuvered this right.

Instead of trying to escape the strike, which surely would have failed, she immediately stepped in closer to Arno to seriously reduce the amount of momentum she could get with her sword swing. As the blade hit the armor with a muffled but decent thump Seyyal winced but stayed focused on the fight.

With one arm she moved to try to trap Arno's sword hand against her while also bringing a knee up towards her gut.

The cheerful feeling of landing a successful blow on her opponent was sadly short-lived for Seyyal. Not that she was cocky of course, but she wouldnt have minded a moment to revel in her successes before her shoulder was smashed.

Arno's hilt managed to strike just outside of where the shoulder plating was on her shoulder and directly to the leather strapping underneath. Not a dangerous blow but it sure stung, and wasnt helped by the sudden pulling and twisting as Arno flipped around.

Seyyal let go completely and dropped her sword too as she did a front roll across the floor to keep the momentum from being pulled off balance.

Coming to her feet and spinning in place with one foot back and to the side. The sand from her sword simply drifting in the air before she reached into one of her pouches again and cast more sand into the air to summon a sword again.

"Very good. Sometimes people focus only on the weapon and forget they have a whole body to use as an attack." She was impressed.

Seyyal nodded respectfully. "I'm enjoying it too. We can do this again sometime. Especially if you join the club."

As her opponent began to circle closer Seyyal slowly rotated to match the movements. Projecting an air of confidence she'd only earned through multiple real fights. However she didn't want to let Arno have all the fun so she summoned her second sword via sand cast out from her other hand.

She could have used the second sword as a sneaky attack, but that wasn't quite appropriate for a fight that wasn't life or death. "Gotta keep this thing interesting, don't we?" And with that she lunged out with first one quick straight strike and then a second sweeping slash down low.