"No swords, no killing. Anymore handicaps you wanna place on me?" answered Rane wryly. Truth be told he had always been a little brutal for friendly sparring, so this was bound to get messy. Even without the Sword he still felt that the best way to win a fight was to be as savage as possible, to take the offensive and force the flow of battle into your favour. That said, if Nafi was as technically gifted as she claimed then maybe savagery wouldn't be enough. 

Her bout with the sparring bot had provided no insight into her weaknesses, to be honest she had looked about as good a scrapper as Rane had seen. That meant he would have to use the opening of the fight to gauge her abilities and check for chinks in her armour. 

Strutting forward he began to roll his shoulders, limbering up. As he neared her he began to dance around her, first to the left then to the right. With his right arm in a low guard he began to throw quick right jabs at her defence, probing punches more than anything else.[I] Alright girly, lets see what you've got.[/I]