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Leto had led Acubens to her personal training grounds once, and Acubens had not found time to be back since. She figured now, since she had healed sufficiently from the attack of the giant ring wraith, was as good a time as any to take training back up. She had to make a note to bring Remarque here so that they could train together. The idea of spending quality time with the man she had forced to be her new brother made her smile. Not that he minded, she figured. If he did, he would have let her know.

She passed through mirrorspace like she was gliding through water, very aware of where she wanted to go.

However, she wasn't alone. She stepped from the mirror and noticed a pale-haired young woman considering the grounds as well. Another dark mirror... Acubens had never seen her before. Not a super high bar, Acubens chided herself. She had done a pitiful job of getting to know her court.

"Hey there," she called warmly. "Come up here to sharpen your skills a little bit?"

It had been a long time since someone of her own kind had treated Acubens with such distrust. She couldn't say that she blamed this girl, but that didn't also mean that it didn't hurt. Still, she kept her expression and body language as open as possible to counteract the narrowed eyes. Carefully, so as not to spook the other senshi away from her, Acubens advanced one or two steps.

"I'm Acubens," she began slowly, "I'm here for a little self-led physical therapy..." She laughed at her own lame joke and mussed her mess of red curls. While Remarque was here with her, she noted, she would have to ask him how he made such easy small talk.

"But, hand to hand is always more genuine training than fighting shades, right? Since we're both here, what do you say we make some good use of our time!"

Not my type? Acubens blinked a few times before she realized that she'd missed the joke. Oh dear. Yep, this was just about as good as the rest of her interactions usually went. God damn why, of all traits, did her crippling awkwardness have to carry over from her days as a white moon senshi? So much of her personality had been rewritten, either from her corruption or out of necessity... why couldn't she be good at talking to someone else?

Ah well, complaining about it wasn't going to make a difference. Practicing was. She tried on the easy smile that she had learned from Remarque and leaned hard on one leg, popping out that hip.

"Do you want to use magic, or keep it hand to hand," she laced her voice with the practiced calm she'd lifted from Leto, "either way I'm fine... what do you want to practice?"

Having expected an answer with words rather than action, Acubens was taken more than a little off guard by the sudden attack. It wasn't that she didn't see the attack coming, she did. But with her center of balance out of whack, the wide kick tossed her to the side, recovering with a roll to return to her feet. Alright then, no magic. That suited Acubens just fine.

"You know, you really should keep your attacks tight to your body. Just because it hit didn't mean that I didn't see it coming," she goaded, weaving left and right as she closed the distance between them.

From the waist, as Jett had shown her so long ago, Acubens launched her own attack, aiming for the soft midsection of her opponent. If she could stun her opponent, maybe get them to double over, a swift elbow to the back would put her on the ground, which would give Acubens the match before it had even begun.