Redsand Canyon hurry up before your blood runs cold

It would make sense to take a medic into the field, a thought that she shamefully had not considered as the motive for his asking if she wished to train with the auxilia to begin with. It made sense, and if she were not about to prepare for the first spar of her life, she might have instantly started to brainstorm ways to travel long distances with a wide variety of herbs.
 
Defensive approach. Subdue. Her legs parted, spreading out to lower her body slightly to the ground, quickly looking over the man. Their builds were… similar… as similar as a warrior and a medic could be. She recalled the spars she had overseen from a healing perspective when her father had trained.
 
Do not hold back, but treat me like I am your enemy. Her fathers words echoed through her ears in that moment. In that split second she moved, striking out slightly to the right of where he was standing, aiming to slam her body against him at an angle to throw him off balance, hoping the sheer force of her weight could manage to pull it off. Teeth flashing as a faux tactic, hoping to mislead him into thinking she intended to strike to further the success of her active movement though she had little doubt that it was likely to fail as a diversion with a trained fighter such as the Imperator.