[He doesn't even need to say the word for her to follow his line of thought, and her expression brightens even as she reaches for the spear she'd laid on the ground beside her, fingers closing around it on instinct. At least she'd been able to bring something familiar to this place— she doesn't need a weapon to do damage to her foes, but it still feels nice to have one.]

Instinct, hmm? Perhaps a more traditional use of the training grounds.

[Well, traditional for their sort. She's already on her way to her feet before he has the chance to respond.]

Neither of us seems to be the meditating sort, so this may suit us better.

[SPARRING.]