Who: Sakura and Sora
When: Tuesday night
Where: Biodome
Summary: Who needs words to communicated when you can mime a spar date?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slight violence - it is a no-holds-bar spar, language barrier
Running into the biodome, Oathkeeper in hand Sora looked for the shock of pink hair that was Sakura. Once she was spotted he sprinted the last few feet to stand near her.
"Hi Sakura!" The Keyblade was hefted to rest over his shoulder, a normal action for Sora. His other hand raised in a greeting.
Sora missed their blond haired, spiky headed friend too but unlike Sakura he had a better chance at seeing Cloud again. Even if it wasn't exactly the same Cloud, or maybe it was and just one from the past. Really trying to figure it all out gave him a serious headache.
He gave Sakura a solemn nod of his head, dropping down into his normal fighting stance and waited for her to make the first move.