She dropped down before he could land, rolling to her feet neatly. "What is the point of sparring if you organized it? Real fights hardly follow a pattern of agreed attacks and defends. Training sure, but sparring is prep for actual combat. So the only real rules are things like no magic and making sure no one dies." She shrugged.

Hope got up slowly and stretched, circled Gabriel a few times before landing on her head. "Don't eat my hair stick," she scolded. And got hissed at.