jareth & divina | shieldwyrm hall
"Hardly my concern if anyone is distracted," she said. For the day's agenda, Divina had worn a racerback singlet and leggings. During the summer, such was common around the guildhalls. Her form-fitting variation was rather less so. It was a more tactical than aesthetic choice, for she could imagine no less than a score of ways to use an opponent's loose clothing against them in hand-to-hand.
But Monaco could think what he liked. Divina's own thoughts had yet to leave his technique. A man of his size would be well-served by open-hand, she felt, given the variety of follow-ups it provided that fists did not. He had the strength to manage the deadlier dislocations and throws with no trouble. Although, again, Monaco could very well do as he wanted.
Which now seemed to be sparring. It hadn't been in the day's plans, but she was not unwilling to test her primary skill set against the other berserker. Even if it meant she'd be ripped to shreds by morning's end.