Victor and Nera were throwing punches without the slightest scruple.
There was no other honest way to describe it. The training field had been opened for a controlled demonstration, a simple exchange so Squad Six could better evaluate the two's styles before the mission. At least, that was the idea on paper. In practice, Victor and Nera had turned the demonstration into a mutual attempt at recreational homicide, with the naturalness of two people who considered "measuring strength" far too cowardly an expression.
Nera looked like a ten-year-old girl.
That made everything worse.
