Oppel stood in an empty arena, as the soft wind blew his hair infront of his face. It had been long since he had been to the academy, and felt that he needed some practise. Removing the Oaken Saber from his sheath, he recalled the last time he had actually used it to fight. The memories came to an abrupt end as he began lifts and spinning the sword as he began practising a unique fighting style taught to him by the high druids of the forest. The soft sound of the sharp blade slicing through the fresh air enlightened Oppel as he spun and took several steps, recalling ever last move involved in the most sacred of nature's combat styles. It was a very rare style indeed, and few knew of it. However, Oppel enjoyed the soft movements and found it to be a most useful of fighting styles.

"Hello Oppel, it has been a long time since we have fought" said Drizza as she walked into the arena "and I believe the match then was still undecided, would you care to finish it?" She gave him a wry grin, their previous match was left undecided and Drizza wanted to finish it. She did not recall the reason why it was left unfinished though. Unshealthining her masterwork broadswords, Drizza took notice of his fighting style. It was not one she was familiar with, as she knew little of the foresty things in life. Hoping that he had not recalled her fighting style, she was ready for the match, only if Oppel was not too frightened to agree.

"Call me bewildered, but I don't recall any other battle that wasn't complete." Oppel continued practising his movements with his sword in hand for a short time, before coming to a halt and turning to face Drizza. "I so willingly accept your challenge." The fact that his challenger was indeed a drow told him this would be a fun little battle. He stepped forward with his right leg and held his sword straight infront of him. He brought his other arm up and arched it forwards. "Your move."

Drizza smiled and gave a small stretch. She was in fact tired of all the talk and was ready for a battle. Unusual move she thought, as she circled him, looking for a weak spot in his stance. Drizza struck his sword head on and used her other to stab him. She was still unsure of this move, but decided heating up the match wouldn't hurt.