This was going to be a challenge. Not because she thought them to best her, but because she was not familiar with their fighting style. Going through basic training with the Thunder was when everyone was taught the same, but once you made it into the squads under each wing, that was where you were expected to flesh out your own personal fighting style in hopes no one can anticipate your next move.
Nadya had always been closer to an apex predator in this.
She was patient, vigilant, and intelligent when it came to sparring. Instinct was there if she needed it, but she liked to plan her approaches.
A shield and spear was not often a duet she played, but she understood the mechanics. Her spear was sharpened on one side, and already she knew the best way in wielding it. Moving into an offensive position, Nadya nodded to her opponent to indicate she was ready. Only when they repeated the gesture did Nadya lunge forward.
She went in low and fast, testing to see how well they could hold their balance before adjusting her approach. Her patience was a skill she worked hard at, elongating her endurance in hopes to tire out her opponent. This tactic also gave her insight on how one would counter her, and from that, she would learn how one fought.
