Aleksandra frowns. “Well it’s hand to hand combat, so how..? Oh!” She sits in the grass and rips four pieces of the lining out of her dress. She uses one to wrap her hand and wrist until the knuckles, then the other piece to wrap her fingers on each hand. The only bit of skin showing is a pale sliver where her knuckles are. She settles into a stance, her mind racing with facts she’d memorized.