This time when Twilight hits the ground, it 's on both his feet. He skids back across tile, fingers brushing against the floor before he pushes back into a sprint, sidelining Sylvia only to thrust a leg between her ankles from behind and sweep her off the floor.

She kicks up before she slams down, spinning midway to land, facing him in the defensive. He 's panting, but he 's barely broken a sweat. His pupils swallow the blue of his fixed gaze as he waits for her to move.

Sylvia relaxes, shifting her weight to one leg and folding her arms. Twilight doesn 't budge. 'At ease, ' she says, grin sharp.

He shoots her a dirty look as he comes to a full stand, arms falling to his sides. 'Our sessions have been getting shorter. '

'Yes, well, I don 't enjoy being knocked onto my back all the time. Great Aunt Sylvia is getting along in her years, ' she says dryly. Twilight winces. Serves him right. 'Have you uncovered any weaknesses since the last time I asked? '