Blade Dance

"Even if that's true…she never caused trouble for the past years…" Merida stared at Arad as they walked toward the middle of the arena. "We could ignore her for the time being."

"I don't know about that, but I'll keep my eyes open for any attack." Arad cracked his neck, "So, what level do you want?"

"I found writing about this ancient fighting style called blade dance. It was practiced by the dark elf goddess' priestesses as a way to defend their nation." Merida approached Arad, standing with the blade extended behind her. "The book said it was turned for the goddess's body and would work best if used by a dark elf woman, but I want to try it."

"Couldn't you use some kind of shape-shifting magic to take on the body of a dark elf woman?" Arad asked as he took a stance, "And what should I expect? Nothing too extreme I hope." He was hoping she wouldn't slice him to pieces as he didn't want to show his regeneration abilities here.