Oh, the famed Dragonslayer; Caye had heard much about Olivia, but the last thing she had expected was the 12 inch height difference. As Olivia approached, Caye lifted her face upwards towards her opponent's, before momentarily placing her greatsword on her back. Her right hand went to her left forearm, and tugged; she completely detached the armored sleeve that protected–or imprisoned–her left arm. Caye's arm was muscular, her skin complexion smooth, with a tone that was lighter than fair, but not pale. There was a sleeve underneath her armor, the sleeve of her undershirt; black and skintight, reaching to her elbow. However, this sleeve was promptly torn up when Caye's arm transformed. The transformation happened swiftly; her left arm was regular for a moment, the next, it was that of a dragon's; extremely muscular, with tough, bulletproof, metallic scales. The claws that replaced her fingernails were about four inches long, and as sharp as razors. Caye curled her dragon hand into a fist, before easily lifting her greatsword with it. Meanwhile, the Dragonknight's right hand suddenly became charged with electricity. The right hand passed over the long blade of the greatsword, and the electricity traveled over to the weapon's blade, surrounding it with lightning. She transferred the grip of the blade to her right hand instead of her left, twirling it around with ease in a single hand. She then lifted the blade, holding it in front of herself with the tip of the greatsword pointing upwards diagonally, above Olivia. Caye slowly approached the Dragonslayer, careful to stay out of the spear's range, but just close enough to begin circling Olivia. As she did this, she changed her sword stance, lifting the greatsword into the hanging right position; with the grip over her right shoulder, and blade pointing towards Olivia's torso, angled downwards diagonally.