Osaka Dojo

In the land of the rising sun, the sakura trees bloomed in the cold of winter, the morning sun shined rays illuminating a square of a room. A dojo with the typical Japanese roofing designs, sliding doors of oak, and a stern man donning Hakama worn over a Kimono. He stood at one end of the carpet that draped across this room, standing apart a good ten feet from a blond girl from England whom was on the other end, clutching two wooden katana length swords, or Bokken on each hands.

Bowing his head politely to the Hellsing operative, despite being enemies, before straightening his posture, "Today, Nanbanjin, we do practice combat with a force of a thousand wombats. You honor me with your pasty white presence."

Takeo flung a Bokken over to Seras, pointing the Bokken he held unto to his outward side with his left hand, keeping a steady pace of foot by foot towards Seras. Calm and assured. "We may begin now."

Seras, blinking at first, caught it in her hand, twirling the sword prop around for a second, then clutching it with both hands.
Her energies flowed through her body, and she concentrated on them, needing them all to defeat her unlikely enemy.
She then looked at Takeo, and nodded.

In the next moment, she already made a move towards him, a step forward, followed by an overhead slice, easily blocked, but a decent way to start a battle.

The overhead downwards slice went unhindered without obstruction. Mostly because there was nothing to even present itself to be sliced. Takeo side-stepped out of the way to the right where with one hand, swung up the middle of the wooden "blade" edge towards the exposed underarms of the blondie at the same time she swung down. Having stepped to her flank.

Swift and agile, Seras spun around halfway down to meet his blade from the side, strikeing it with superhuman speed. Getting hit by those wooden blades in the underarm would be way too painful to let it happen..
Regaining some compusure, she stepped back to gain some distance from him and refocus her attacks and parrys.

The Bokken bounced from the clash, retracting away from her general figure. Yet Takeo straightened his hold over it, wielding it the same way he had before. Shaking his head at the blond woman and her manner of swordsmanship. "Gave up on fighting like a human, eh Nanbanjin?"

Stepping to his left, he steadily made pace towards the girl's right as the gap was closed and the distance was lessening, leaning slightly forward, hunching his back forward a bit. "You barely even avoided that strike, how do you see yourself defeating me with over reliance on your own body over skills?"