"Choice of weapon, Jihyo?" Momo asks.

On the day they met, she'd seen the younger woman fight bandits with a hammer in hand. Her skills were above average, but Momo wasn't sure if that was Jihyo's usual weapon or if she'd been made to bring it along by her then-instructor. The princess was small after all--there's a reason the stereotype for war hammer users were big, hulking brutes.

"The hammer, Professor."

"Go ahead and get it from the weapons rack."

There's her answer, then.

Momo watches Jihyo as she turns towards the armory. Her eyes follow the shorter woman, her gaze tracing the way her uniform falls along her body lines. It was hard to ascertain the princess' build, what with how overly layered her uniform was. The pauldrons, the cape, the sleeves…it was as if Jihyo was intentionally hiding her figure. Even then, with how familiar Jihyo was with the hammer she might have more muscle on her than the professor had initially believed.

Momo unsheathes her sword as soon as Jihyo returns. "We've fought together before, but to properly assess you, I need you to fight against me." A determined look flashes in the princess' eyes, and Momo feels a thrill coursing through her. She feels Jihyo's going to give her a challenge her other classmates had failed to deliver.

"Don't hold back. Give me all you've got."