[She brings up her sword to block the first strike, palm pressed against the flat of the blade for extra support. He's strong, she feels that with absolute certainty as the clash of his blow reverberates through her arms. Seeing the shift of his stance, Ruka throws one foot behind her to duck close to the ground. Were she still equipped with her Red Mage job, she'd counter with some Fire spells, as magic was always her best skill. This way, however, she has to rely solely on her swordplay. Being a ghostbuster will not aid her in this fight.]
[She rolls to the side, bringing up her sword once more as she switches from defense to offense. Two quick high strikes, one sweeping blow toward his legs.]
[Even in the dim illumination of moonlight, it's clear that she's enjoying herself. Her dark eyes are bright, and her smile is wide. It isn't often she gets to practice her skills, particularly with someone she's coming to regard as a friend.]
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[She rolls to the side, bringing up her sword once more as she switches from defense to offense. Two quick high strikes, one sweeping blow toward his legs.]
[Even in the dim illumination of moonlight, it's clear that she's enjoying herself. Her dark eyes are bright, and her smile is wide. It isn't often she gets to practice her skills, particularly with someone she's coming to regard as a friend.]