Ruru hadn't been in a proper fistfight in ages, and while faked it, he wasn't sure just how well he'd do. He got into his stance and stepped to the right, trying to figure out Miza's skill by observation alone, which was absurd. He was watching her eyes to see where she might move and took the first swing, his left arm coming at her mid section, as he hoped to take the air out of her sails quickly.
