"A sparring match?" [i]Cyra narrowed her eyes slightly, suspicious of Rachel trying to make herself seem less than she actually was; a viable strategy, in truth.[/i] "Alright." [i]She sheathed her carbon fiber sword, taking off her kevlar jacket to reveal a vest of carbon fiber weave underneath, sleeveless. Her left arm was surprisingly muscular, thanks to a lot of time spent in the gym. She raised her fists, shifting her feet to enter a combat stance.[/i]