He stood balanced on the balls of his feet. "I need no such charity as a head start or a first move. What are the rules? Weapons? Bare handed?" While asking he had begun removing his cloak and tossed it to the side, it landing with a muffled thump. He removed his wrist sheath and tossed it to his coat as well. "Then again," he said, unfastening the several knives on his belt and adding them to the growing pile of personal belongings, "I don't suppose the rules matter. You show me what you know, and I will do my best to return the favor." He extended one hand, bent slightly at the elbow, fingers gesturing for her to come forward. His two hands then met, fist meeting palm and bowed. "Kalys Trevarden, no particular style." Good, using an assumed name.