"Sadly we do not have blades on hand." She pointed out bluntly, rising in a fluid motion.

There was a certain grace to the way she moved, one born of a perfect awareness of her own body and how it can or cannot move. Good as she is with a sword in hand, she's spent far more of her life using her hands and the blade usually in her foot to end lives when needed.

She moves around to face him, balance shifted to the balls of her feet.

"When you are ready."