"Your form is sloppy. It's a wonder you have even lasted this long with such amateurish footwork, but I suppose luck is a skill in itself..." *Winter steps back and sheathes her sword. Her face remains stoic and emotionless as she puts her arms behind her back.* "You do not make much of a sparring partner... However, I suppose your company is enjoyable, at the very least." *She gives you a small, almost unnoticeable, smile.*