They Spar Together

"We will have time for that, Jasmine," Cesar looked to the gladiator, "but how about I gauge your fighting abilities compared to Ezilund? I have seen him in combat recently, and he has also added some new things to his fighting skills."

"As you wish, Cesar." Jasmine nodded, and drew out her flamberge sword. Cesar drew out his longsword, and then casted a couple of Stoneskin spells over them.

"Whoever breaks the Stoneskin," Cesar looked to Jasmine, "gets to choose how we spend the night?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth! Now no magic, Cesar! I don't want to be defending against anything that Ezilund doesn't have." Jasmine smiled, then moved into her battle position.

The sounds of swords clashing, and the two of them grunting and shouting drew some of the people in the district to the gate leading into her personal training ground. Jasmine's immediate neighbors, meanwhile, opened their windows, and leaned out to watch them. From their perspective, they looked like quite an even match, with Cesar's speed, agility, and precision cancelling out Jasmine's brute **** and hand-to-hand combat abilities. They could see how Cesar uses his strengths to get to an open flank, and chip out a piece of Jasmine's Stoneskin spell; or how Jasmine herself uses her long legs, and the reach of her flamberge sword to keep Cesar at a distance, taking off a relatively big chunk of the battlemage's Stoneskin with each landed hit. It looked so even, and it looked like whoever landed the next significant hit would break the spell.