Siana/Ceres - 1pm
Her routine continued. Slash, dash, double cut, side jump, fire off a round. Really, if Ceres stayed still in any sort of combat then she would be dead. It wasn't for the lack of armor she wore into such situations either, though that certainly didn't help. Considering she was a member of the Fighter's Guild, her durability was laughable by most Fighter's standards. Though, if you can't hit what you're fighting, then it doesn't matter how tough it is.
The words trickled through her ears, Ceres landed from a backflip, pausing a moment to offer the woman who had taken to training beside her a glance. There was nothing wrong in asking for something like this, though at the same time, the former KingsGuard had to wonder precisely why such a request had been made at the same time.
"Yes." Came the simple reply, her posture setting to proper militaristic straightness. "Rules?"