It was her turn to laugh. "Optimistic? Never. Just, realistic." She grunted as she blocked and jumped. No way to keep her balance with just a side step.
Anita was not classically trained. Fencing or whatever, forget it. She was trained in the 'get it right or die' sense. Though Edward and Jean-Claude had both taught her a thing or two on swordsmanship. Biting the tip of her tongue she blocked, swore under her breathe and was glad her hair was up and out of her face. "You know rule of thumb, if you can still talk, you aren't working hard enough."