Her eyes scanned the open area and she motioned with her head for him to follow as she moved towards the center of the room, away from the benches, weapon racks and immobile training dummies. She circled away from him slowly, her eyes making a more complete perusal of the man in front of her. He looked as though there was strength in his frame, broad shoulders beneath the simple armor he wore, the subtle shift of a callused hand that held his sword without strain.
"I'll try to pull my blows back if I make it past that shield of yours. And I'd appreciate the same. I have enough scars as it is." She waited until he had come to stand across from her, then slowly raised the claymore in front of her, a defensive position. She shifted her weight back slightly, watching him with careful eyes, her face half shadowed. The watery sunlight that filtered into the area shifted over her as she moved, casting patterns over her skin and catching the highlights of her hair.
She would make the first move, and she waited until he appeared ready, before doing so. Her boots scraped across the dirt ground as she charged at him, drawing a first blow straight down to try and force him to block, with enough force behind it that he would have to put some effort into it.