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She would wait until she had the go-ahead from the trainee, but once she heard that agreement, things were going to kick up a few notches.

It was very fortunate there were wards in place to keep them safe from each other on the training grounds. It had been tricky before, a game of trust between opponents. You had to trust yourself to know your limits, and you had to trust the person you were fighting to relent when you spoke up. For the most part that system had worked, though there had been a few mishaps. When the tournament had hit, that had changed. For the better, Pey believed.

Granted, she still enjoyed the thrill and rush that came with removing the safety net. It was why she disappeared into the crumbling remains of the town so often, and came back bruised and battered, sporting new scars.

<Focus, halfpint.>

Right.

Sinking into a crouch, the dainty Sun snapped forward in a near blur, lashing out with both daggers in criss-crossing slashes across the other girls' chest, tearing at her shield. Warrick gave a deep rumble of contentment.

HP: 58
DMG: 14
CHG: 3/3

"You're alright," she insisted, noticing the worry and hesitation. "Your partner will keep you safe until your shield breaks, and here it won't matter. There are wards in place." They didn't stop everything but they kept them from getting seriously injured.

Nellie was a fast learner though, or at least mimicked well. She'd sunk into a familiar crouch before launching herself forward to deliver a punch to the shorter woman's arm. "Better."

Not good enough though, but then the poor trainee was seriously out matched. Peyton pivoted, rotating around to bring the blade of one dagger up across the other girl's hip, then brought the other hand up for a hard jab of knuckles to the kidney.

HP: 55
DMG: 12

Not bad, but not quite there yet. The claws that sprang from the pair of heavy gauntlets zipped passed the smaller hunter harmlessly, without her having to do so much as step backwards. "Timing," she instructed, side stepping the other girl and passing a dagger perilously close to her face as she turned to face her again.

"Is that a good enough demonstration, or would you like to see more?" Her fists were still raised, ready and waiting. It was up to Nellie how far this went.

HP: 55
DMG: lol