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"Well actually first I need to remember your skill's, so we will lightly spar. Attack me when your ready and please do hold back these old bones of mine might not be able to take a hit anymore." Dahlia laughed lightly digging into one of her pockets she retrieved a white flower. Gripping the stem the petals slowly fell off of the delicate being and the stem grew long and flimsy. The stem trailed downwards and touched the ground finishing it's growth by rounding a pointy edge.

The elf got into a ready position, her knees were slightly bent and her ears pointed listening for the movements of herself and her sparring partner. "Here I come!" she charged at her Setsugie extending her hand allowing the flower whip to lash forward aiming towards the legs to perhaps cause unbalance. If the unbalancing strategy was successful she might have a good chance of delivering a decent fight even though strength isn't one of her fortes.