[Anila grin. It's natural that she isn't exactly a fan of violence, per say, but she was always a fan of a good spar. It just felt so nice to let her body move and react, to clear her mind and focus only on the moment. Exhaust her body, quiet the mind.

She circles him a moment, before making the first move. Impatience? Upper hand? It's hard to tell when a rod of burning laser light comes flying at you with an expert swiftness.]