[Q'uila sighs as the stranger in the middle of her farm rushes towards her scythe in hand, honestly it was like dealing with bandits back home, something she could do eyes closed at this point.
Barely even moving she lazily pulls her lance into existence, Anima's Lux form humming happily in her hand as she lazily blocks the strike]
To whom do I owe the pleasure of this most random spar?
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Barely even moving she lazily pulls her lance into existence, Anima's Lux form humming happily in her hand as she lazily blocks the strike]
To whom do I owe the pleasure of this most random spar?