Qeya River there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn

ooc; shall we wrap up? =D

to say that Heloise was enjoying herself was an understatement. she was immersed in the task at hand, content to have a good fight for once. a spar was not about win or lose. it was about applying the skills one had learned so far. learning anything else through practice. "hm" the pale beast would grunt as the woman kicked out, forcing her to back away. the stranger would wiggle away and she would simply wait for her to get up. panting slightly, she'd raise her head to look at her.

"I admit, that was entertaining" she'd chuckle, pale gaze dancing with mirth. Heloise would remain where she was, done with the spar as is. both were equally matched in her eyes. if they fought more, they'd only tire themselves out. "a well fought bout." though if the other saw it as a waste of time, she would not argue. she knew when to compliment her opponent's skills. if she was human, she would have reached down to offer a hand to the other.