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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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Silverwing smiled, her back still turned to Signum, and she actually closed her eyes as Laevatein's strike came at her. She snapped her right hand out, striking the flat of the lead link of Laevatein as though it were a striking cobra to direct it away from her.

She flipped over the chained blade is it continued, striking out with the sword in her left hand into the middle of the chain, and closing her right hand on the lead link. Just as the form took it's name from a snake, Silverwing's counter was to serve as a snake handler, preventing the head from landing a strike on her while simultaneously tying up its body so as to keep it from maneuvering into a better position.

She wouldn't hold the position long, Signum was too good for that, but it was a refreshing diversion.

Leavatein snapped back from Silverwing's strike, but then, so did Signum's arm, yanking it a short distance away. She flicked her wrist, then, willing Leavatein to try and encircle Silverwing's position the next instant.

With Signum's blade snapping back and encircling her, Silverwing saw two options. She could attempt to reposition out of range of the binding attack, leaving her open to another strike of some sort. Or she could counter, hopefully driving Signum back.

The choice was obvious to her. She spun in midair like an ice dancer, holding her blade out as she did so. Against all logic, she managed to bring the blade so that it cut along the length of the binding Laevatein, not just for a short time, but for the duration of the spin. Failing that, Silverwing would have been cut to ribbons. Seeing it in her mind was motivation enough to ensure that she kept her blade on course.

Even as she spun, she brought herself closer through the air towards Signum. Just as Signum had attacked with encircling blades, Silverwing was like a dervish of steel as she closed in on Signum. It wasn't a fast attack, but it was plenty dangerous.

It would have been much more so, if Signum had simply stayed in one spot. She didn't, snapping the chained sword back towards her as it collapsed back into place.

{Schwertform!}

Back in its sword form, Signum angled herself to fly over the spinning Silverwing, but simply did so monitoring her and looking for a decent opening.

Silverwing never expected to hit Signum; the only thing she intended was to keep her off the offensive. She wound down her spin and focused in Signum's direction, pausing momentarily to settle her vision after the whirlwind of motion, and then she immediately lunged in Signum's direction, cutting for her chest.

She had never been a master of combat with her sword, unlike her defense. She was moving a little too quickly after coming out of her previous attack. Against anyone else, it wouldn't make any difference, but against a trained combat expert, it was a mistake that could be seized upon.

Signum stayed steady for several moments as Silverwing lunged forward. She waited, really, until the last possibly moment, dodging deftly to the side, and bringing her sword to slice out at Silverwing's side.

Silverwing rolled to the side immediately, at the same instant that Signum dodged. She had to pull out of her attack, but it was better than getting struck. Someone better trained could probably have salvaged the attack, but by now it should have been obvious that Silverwing's powers were geared almost exclusively towards the defensive.

Still, as she came out of her own dodge, she launched another cut for Signum's hip. She also knew the value of pressing an offense.

A flash of pink, and Signum's sheath appeared back in her hand. It flew down to block the strike, before she smirked and brought her blade up and down towards Silverwing's shoulder in the next instant.

Without the same flash, Silverwing's defense was no less impressive. With her sword blocked downward, and a strike coming at her shoulder, Silverwing ducked back and turned her body to the side. The spinning motion gave her momentum for her attack, and she followed her dodge up with a rising stroke of her blade.

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The sheath came again to block Silverwing's blade, while Signum brought her blade back before slashing out again. Except this time, the blade split apart.

{SCHLAGENFORM!}

Instead of lancing for Silverwing, she swung the segmented blades to encircle the both of them, criss crossing in several places so as to make it extremely difficult to move out of close proximity with Signum without getting sliced up.

For only a fraction of a second, Silverwing paused. What raced through her head was a thousand visions of what might happen with her every move. Had she wanted to, she could have escaped the cage of segmented blades that Signum wove, but she decided not to. Running, as she'd found earlier, was not going to result in the fight that she needed here.

Still, remaining so close would limit her offensive possibilities. Of all of the attacks that she could throw, far too many of them did not end well for her. And the fact that it felt like Signum was still feeling her out was both promising, and disconcerting. Offensively, Silverwing had very little more to her than she'd already shown. But defensively, Signum had not yet even scratched the surface.

Finally, her mind settled on her next attack, and she snapped her foot up to kick into Signum's stomach. She drew her blade back as she did so, already preparing for what was to come next.

Signum took the kick, but held her "ground," so to speak. She only doubled over a bit, the wind blowing out of her for a moment, but she kept steadfast in the air, grip tightening around Leavatein's hilt.

"A bit more blunt an attack than I'd expect from you," Signum said, and smirked as another cartridge exploded and pink energy began to surge along the segments of blade surrounding them. "But Vita hits harder."

"Sorry," Silverwing said, grinning at Signum. "I'm not worried about penis size."

She snapped her blade out again striking at Signum's head. Or to be more precise, a half-inch to the side of her head. This was going to hurt no matter how she looked at it, but she had a plan.

A pulse of dark magical energy burst off of her blade. Whether the blade struck Signum, or struck her intended target of Laevatein, the magical surge would lance out into the magical energy surging along Signum's blade. The detonation would begin behind Signum, rather than simultanously all around them.

Oh, she'd still get blasted. But she could ride the explosion, and use Signum to absorb the blast to prevent being fully engulfed.

At least, that was the plan. She knew it wouldn't quite work that way the instant she made the decision to strike.