Combat Arrangement: Monk vs Swordsman

Serah Doll stood at one of the entrances to the arena, a grown woman in the shape of a little girl, clad in her Draco-Lich panzer and her Lucky clover at her side, already carrying her four blades. She stood eager to enter the field and have a taste of proper combat, yet her master kept her at bay. "Remember, Serah, this is just a spar, no need to go all out in this endeavor. Besides, we don't want to permit too many of our abilities and strategies to leak out. Keep a collected mind and show restraint." He spoke. Serah nodded her head in annoyed agreement. "As you wish." Nothing else was said as she stepped out into the field. It was late spring, so while the weather would prove pleasant, it was nowhere near the dream weather everyone associates with the season. Walking upon the sands and taking a position in the middle, she raised her armor's visor to gain a clearer view, awaiting her opponent.