“Sure. I’ll warm you though, I’m not going to go easy on you.” Which meant something from Mythra. It had been a while since she had a good spar last, and she didn’t want it to be one where she was holding back. She didn’t have her Foresight or anything, or any of her abilities that would make her need to hold back. It would be skill vs. skill here, being put to the rest. And Mythra believed that hers were he superior ones, by virtue of experience. She got into her stance, sword in one hand and the other arm resting behind her back.