Nafi observed silently as Rane jumped nimbly into the ring, and removed his sword, which curiously almost looked painful for him. "[i]Well, everyone's got their safety blankets, I suppose...[/i]" Despite now being unarmed, this was going to be a tough fight. For one, he had more of a reach and height, probably weight too. It was hard to gauge his speed, but it was probably going to be fast. And, to top it off, they were most likely equal in strength, her prosthetic limbs boosting her power and him being slim but toned with muscle. Without hesitating, she slid under the rope, and stood up, jogging on the spot quickly to limber up her legs. Nafi was going to be solely relying on technique, which she was sure she had the advantage on him with. Still, she wasn't going to make it easy for him.

"Right, one round, tap out or knockout. And no killing, cause I think the captain would then be quite pissed we'd murdered each other while he was away. Mylik, pay close attention: This will be a hell of a bout." With that said, she entered a classic guard stance, and jabbed at the air a few times to warm up a little more. Yhis was going to be interesting, that's for sure. Maybe bloody too.