[Holodeck]
"Are you ready?"
Slipping the mask over her head, Ariste tapped on the black mesh for good measure, before slipping into her stance.
"Ready." She murmured. The second the other holo-person confirmed he was ready, the round started. Shifting her weight back, her eyes scanned him, picking up every little tell that he gave off. Retreating a few step, she gripped her foil, bouncing in place and waiting for the hologram to strike first.
Scattering backwards at the first strike, she countered by lunging forward, only to hear the satisfying clink of metal against metal. Another lunge brought her close enough to jab the tip of the blade into the man's chest. It only hit pure padding, though, as Vladimir backed off, realizing he was hit.
"Computer, freeze program." Ariste barked, voice muffled until she tugged her headgear off, shaking her hair out. Running her hand through the frizzy mess in vain, she balanced her sword against her leg for a moment so she could hold her mask. "Computer, raise difficulty level to advanced." She finally continued, untangling her fingers from her hair, and moving to loosely shove her mask back on, grabbing the hilt of the foil again. She didn't know how much longer the others would be; she'd invited whomever was interested to come join her, whether they wanted to practice or wanted to learn. But until anyone arrived, she would work up a sweat with her pre-programmed instructor, warm herself up so she didn't make a fool of herself.
Her little swordfight on the Athena had reminded her of her old love for fencing. So she'd decided to pick it up again, never knew when it would come in handy, and plus it was good exercise. God knew if she wasn't working on her robots, she was doing some sort of workout - fencing, boxing, kickboxing, or karate. Her energetic nature clearly showed through in her activities, as well as her fiery temper and love for beating things up.
Tucking her hair up, she instinctively ran her thumb over the scar left on her arm from the fight, feeling the material press against it. Shrugging it off, Ariste picked up her weapon, flipping her mask down, she muttered a quick 'computer, resume program'. Flashing a grin at Vladimir, she slipped back into En Garde, right foot forward and knees bent. Tightening her grip around the foil, she lifted it to point it at the hologram, squaring her shoulders.
"Ready?"