Instinctively, she knelt down to grab one of the axes from the ground and returned it to it's position over her shoulder. Miza looked over Flit in more detail, analyzing and searching at the same time. She was no Hildebrand, but at the very least, she had a knack for sniffing out whether or not someone was bluffing about their physical abilities. From what she could tell in the way the Lalafell held his sword, Flit was the real deal which made her wonder what he had gone through before he met Zhavi.
"That's a nice stance ya got there, 'Speedy.'" Miza flashed a toothy grin as she brought her axe down into her other hand and assumed her battle stance. She lifted one foot off the ground before stopping herself. "Wait, uh, how do we determine who wins? I don't wanna kill ya y'know." She plopped down her axe and rested her chin on the butt of the handle while staring down Flit.
"That's a nice stance ya got there, 'Speedy.'" Miza flashed a toothy grin as she brought her axe down into her other hand and assumed her battle stance. She lifted one foot off the ground before stopping herself. "Wait, uh, how do we determine who wins? I don't wanna kill ya y'know." She plopped down her axe and rested her chin on the butt of the handle while staring down Flit.
