Tricks of the Trade

Sirius seemed agreeable with her suggestion. He wasted no time in stepping forward and hooking one thick foreleg with his own. A blade slid out and grazed her skin, but did nothing more. Ah, so he was full of tricks. Resin didn't see much honor in tricks, but she was also a very... old school kind of woman. Honor and fighting fairly had always been important. That was why she rarely used her teeth in a fight. And never in a spar. It just wasn't fair.

Once he stepped back, Resin made a small sound of acceptance in her throat, but said nothing more. She had nothing similar to what he had shown. No hidden blades or fancy gear. The scarred woman was what she was and relied entirely on skill and experience.

Stepping back, she rolled her shoulder again. "Come then." She was ready for this little spar of theirs. Neither would end up hurt too badly. She only hoped that her shoulder would cooperate.