Steel whistled through the air as she moved through her forms, sea green gaze focused ever forward towards her invisible opponent, ears and nose focused on world around her so as to not leave herself unawares. She had been practicing for just a short while when her ears detected the sound of horse hooves approaching. Likely it was someone out exploring the area, doubtful that they had any interest in her. However, the horse hooves got closer and closer before halting, a figure dismounting. Finishing a final strike, Cassia sheathed her weapon and turned to look at the male who had arrived, pulling a large two handed sword from his back. His rough voice came forth in an inquiry as he leaned on his sword. Help? Not in the typical sense, but if he wished to spar with her she need only know his intentions were friendly before accepting. "That depends, good sir, what is your name and where do you hail from? She inquired calmly, the edges of her lips curling in a curious smile. The male bore the scent of a pack, though she knew not which one. The cinnamon girl knew which packs had been allies of Crimson Dreams during its existence and if this male answered that he was from one of them then she would not hesitate to accept his offer and the challenge it presented. She had only ever sparred with a claymore wielder once in her life and had lost quite quickly. Her shorter, 3 foot blade put her at a disadvantage in reach from the longer blade. She would need speed and agility to try to take advantage of the potentially slower strikes of a two handed sword. "My name is Cassia Calidus, I used to be a member of Crimson Dreams until recently," she stated, offering her own introduction to match her request for his. [/html]
