Cue training montage

"It's always good to surprise your enemy," I told him, turning to face him each time he circled me. My armor may be heavy but I had learned to fight with it. I was accustomed to its weight, it was like a second skin for me -- moulding my movements, flowing and shifting on my limbs like water.
I let him hit me a couple of times, his sword's edge clanking against my armor and greaves while I aimed hits with both my sword and shield.

He tried to memorize everything he could. How she reacted to each attack. How she attacked him. He was waiting for her to slip up so he could win.

The hour of training was up and I took my promachos helmet off, my brown hair a bit messy, streaks escaping my ponytail to frame my face. "Not bad for a first time," I grinned. "Keep going like that and you'll be really good in a couple of months."

"Thanks. That was awesome actually. Wow I'm out of breath."