Train, train, pain

It was a long yet uneventful day.

Sayuri found herself easily on the field of battle once more. "Good day to you, sir" She smelt Habari on his coat and assumed he was part of their community. She slowed her pace, bowing to him as she unsheathed her pin dagger. Akira trailed to her right, the raccoon dog sitting up and staring politely at the blue man "may I have this spar?"

The koi woman does not give him a chance to respond. His challenge rang out in her echoed mind, and she would do a disservice if he had to wait for her assault. Sayuri lunged at him, dancing around at the last second if allowed, and aimed a light swipe of her blade to his shoulder. Akira took off at her side, allowing his lady to place her body between him and the 'enemy'.

He looked for an opening to do some damage...

"Speech"