With the offer of a spar, Kisora couldn't decline. It wasn't just for her frustrations but it was also for her to get stronger. She nodded her head as her hands went towards her swords, the left grabbing onto only a katana. The curiousity of the larger sword maybe in the air for him. It has it's purpose but it wasn't for fighting at the moment. She took a deep breath, "I'll have you know I will do my best to not hurt you, but I'll try to block too. . .I don't possess medical skills if either of us get hurt."
She didn't know his strength, but nor did he know hers. Her left hand unsheathed on of the swords and held it behind her, horizontal to the ground. The woman's feet went onto the tips of her toes to hold herself up, her chakra was starting to build up. While not visable to the Samurai, her type of elements were not visible to the eye. But, it was there, it was swelling within her arms and legs. She was getting faster, fast enough to be able to use her momentum to her advantage. Fast enough to attempt to keep up with the man who she was going to face on this lonely night.
Then it happened, it only took one moment to start but Kisora's body started to move fast. It was like a blur that almost seemed unnatural for most shinobi, but for Andō it might be something entirely different than what he expected. Kisora was no stranger to her clan, and didn't give her last name on purpose. She was a Sunba, not the average type, but one from those country sides that were unseen. One who's training was unseen to those around her, quiet and alone. Kisora was one fast motherfucker, if your mother would even allow it. A small smile on her face as her blade started to raise, a dangerous attack but maybe Andō had enough skill to deal with her attack.
It wasn't just her speed that was noticable, it was how her feet and body were moving. It was only a dance to Kisora, which had to flow and move in one fluid motion to attack. Her partner had to only make his move with hers, the sword started to come down towards his left arm. Starting at the top, as it moved towards it's target. Her Swift Release had it's full effect on her body as the motion of her sword coming down at it's top speeds had started to increase the damage of her strike, her strength. It was her technique, but ones familiar with dancing would realize that this technique was similar to something else. The sword would quickly go up, fully out, then ending fully down. Her arms fully stretched to aim at his arm. She didn't know how the man would react but he would at least be fast enough from his smaller stature compared to the woman. Kisora had a good feeling that he'd be able to keep up, but if not. . .hopefully he wouldn't mind going to the hospital.