She's a little disappointed; she'd been hoping he'd go for withdrawal, because that's always more fun. First blood risks being over too soon, before you have a chance to really get into it...but she can't fault his reasoning. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Plenty of time for us to get into trouble later!" Because she is absolutely expecting to get in trouble later; she's a Berserker again! Comes with the class.

The yard is plenty big for Musashi, so once she follows his gesture, she nods. "Yeah, that'll do nicely." Nice even terrain, too. Not much risk of being tripped up on something. "Let's go for it."

They reach the yard, and Musashi takes up a position about ten feet away from Vergil, and now she slides her katanas out of their sheaths. The metal glints in the sunlight, showing blades of exceptional craftsmanship and care; the sort of swords you can hear the sharpness of. She holds them out to each side in a rest position, her smirk much more focused and ready.

"Shall we begin then, Son of Sparda?"