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Who: Silverwing, Signum, Partners
What: Keeping a super hero in shape
When: April 3rd, evening
Where: Neon City, Titans Tower

Silverwing still felt a little pretentious about this request. After all, how cocky was it to say that nobody on the planet could really put her to the test? But the fact of the matter was that she was practically untouchable, just as she was in her world. Ever since her powers returned to her during that fateful fight with Tsukasa, she hadn't felt herself pushed anywhere near her limits.

It worried her that she'd been becoming sloppy. She knew, better than anyone, that there were threats out there that could beat her abilities. And if she let herself fall into a false sense of security, any one of them could take advantage of that and end her life. It wasn't likely that Yggdrasil would hand her another miracle, after all.

So she'd invited Signum to come to the Titans Tower. As far as a base went, it was underused. Far too many of the potential heroes in the world had vanished, leaving the tower unfortunately lacking in inhabitants. But it was a good facility, and she was proud to call it a home away from home.

She was on the rooftop, stretching out, and waiting for Signum to arrive. Likewise, GrappLeomon was up there too, taking care to set out refreshments. Fighting always made his mistress hungry and thirsty. A fight that pushed her anywhere near her limits would probably be even worse...

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Signum stopped with equal precision, bringing up her sheath with her left hand to block the blow. He right hand then tightened on Leavatein's hilt, and she drew it and thrust it forward in a swift motion.

As Signum's hilt rose into the path of her own blade, Silverwing immediately pivoted in the air and lowered her blade, deflecting Laevatein to the side with practiced ease.

"Faster," she requested simply, her eyes twinkling.

The sheath vanished in a flash of pink light, and both of Signum's hands went to her blade's hilt. She smirked. Of course, as it was, she was only feeling out the extent of Silverwing's defenses, but already she was moderately impressed, even if it was a pretty basic move.

She brought the sword back, and then swung it high, and indeed it was in a quicker motion.

Even as Signum was bringing her sword back, Silverwing quickly spun to the side to evade the swing. As she spun, she brough her blade out so as to cut horizontally with the aid of the spin. She was aiming for Signum's ribs, but she had no illusions that she would actually hit her friend. And not for lack of trying.

"As you can see, they're already not pulling their punches," GrappLeomon pointed out.

Signum expected quick retaliation to such an obviously telegraphed blow, and she got it. As Silverwing spun around and aimed for her chest, her left hand slipped off Leavatein's handle. Her arm twisted slightly so that her forearm armor would block the blow, while her right hand twisted a bit and stopped the high swing abruptly, turning the blade slightly and bringing it diagonally at Silverwing's shoulder.

Here's where the fight was going to start getting interesting in a hurry. The constantly changing field of battle was chaotic enough. Against a trained professional, even two seconds of foresight could be changed in an instant.

Silverwing never needed two seconds. To her, that much time was an eternity when it came to dodging an attack. As Signum countered her assault with a changing attack, so too did Silverwing. The instant her blade was blocked, she was already disengaging. When Signum's blade came down, Silverwing began a cartwheel. Her shoulder dropped an instant before the blade did, allowing the attack to miss by a centimeter's width.

But that wasn't all she was doing. As she cartwheeled through the air, her flight spell brought her in a circle around Signum. As she righted herself, she cut out at Signum again. Against anyone else, it would be an attack at the back. Against Signum, she already knew that she'd be lucky to even complete the attack.

Signum cycled through her options in an instant, even as her sword swung and missed Silverwing by a hair. Panzer Geist should be saved, as should Schlagenform...

Being in the air offered a distinct advantage, of course, in that just as Silverwing currently was, she could move in any direction.

So she did.

As Silverwing's sword came for her, Signum was propelled over her, until she was facing straight down at the city, her sword striking out at the cartwheeling Silverwing's back.

In truth, Silverwing was hoping that she could provoke Signum to heavier attacks. Signum was a damned good sword fighter, but these attacks were still a little slow. Sure, they'd skewer her if she got sloppy, but it wasn't as though she were dodging bullets either.

Signum taking her back was not unexpect, but neither was it a difficult dodge. Her own slice had missed, as she expected it would, and she wasted no time in evading Signum in the simplest manner possible. She threw her body forward through the air, taking off in a shot away from her opponent, and she grinned back at Signum over her shoulder. "Catch me if you can!" she called out.

Signum could easily have chased after Silverwing, but she did not.

Instead, she merely spun back around to an upright position, and... held her blade before her, eyes focused as she watched Silverwing dart away.

While Silverwing hoped that Signum would pursue her, she hadn't expected her to. She'd honestly expected to have a barrage of fire following her to harass her at range.

Having time to actually bank and turn around, to be able to smirk at Signum from a distance was a rare pleasure for her. She raised her hand and gave a brief finger-wave before she launched herself straight toward Signum again. She held her blade at her side, not moving into any position to attack just yet. She had a lot of distance to close back on her...

That distance was only going to get shorter as Signum simply hung in the air. She stayed suspended at the same spot, only watching Silverwing rocket towards her.

Attacking Silverwing at any sort of distance would be a fool's game, a waste of her ammunition and power, and just in general a waste of time.

She tilted Leavatein to the side a bit, otherwise still not moving.

She just continued to wait until that distance was closed a bit more.

"And to think, I wanted to test my reflexes," Silverwing muttered to herself. "This is gonna suck."

Within feet of Signum, well past the point of no return, Silverwing lifted her blade ever so slightly and banked. At the speed she was flying, she only needed to clip Signum with the blade to cause serious injury.

She knew it wouldn't come to that.

And an instant after she passed Signum, she stopped dead in the air. Momentum fighting to keep her moving forward, but he spell negating it expertly while her body's protests were quietly ignored.

Seeing her coming right for her, avoiding the clip was an easy process of just spinning as she passed. She kept her eyes on Silverwing as she did, and even before she'd come to a stop, Signum was falling back away from her through the sky and snapping out her sword to the side.

"LEAVATEIN!"

{JA! SHCLAGENFORM!}

A Cartridge epxloded from Leavatein's chamber, as the blade snapped apart and extended into a long, chained blade which whipped towards Silverwing, dancing back and forth across the sky much like the snake this form was named after.