Yamato moved slowly, his hips swaying in a bit of a predatory gait as he circled his sister. He liked to be constantly moving in these spars, if only because he needed every inch of distance possible to make up for his inadequate agility.

There was a tense pause - and then he struck.

It was a surprisingly swift attack, one moment he was prowling, the next he darted towards his sister - from her left - already moving to sweep her legs out from under her.