Fisticuffs? Now Flit was talking Miza's language. Before she had taken up the ways of the axe, her fists had been her primary weapon of choice whenever there was trouble. With that in mind, she chuckled and let go of her axe while cracking her neck.
"Depends on how fast ya really are." She curled up her fists and locked her body in to a battle stance. Miza had come to training with just her street clothes on, so part of her was greatly relieved that it had come to a battle of the fists. Not to mention, Zhi would have her head if she disappeared again, dead or not.
"Ready when ya are." She stated brightly with a grin.
"Depends on how fast ya really are." She curled up her fists and locked her body in to a battle stance. Miza had come to training with just her street clothes on, so part of her was greatly relieved that it had come to a battle of the fists. Not to mention, Zhi would have her head if she disappeared again, dead or not.
"Ready when ya are." She stated brightly with a grin.
