Shayera loved a good fight, she was war, it seemed to be in her blood. When conflicting feelings or anger arose, it was easier for her to release it through a fight, through strength, to clear her head and thoughts. After everything that had happened, after returning to the League, after the feelings she had experienced, the years in Faith's house, Shiera was able to move on, more in control of her desire to let off steam in this way. She still loved fighting, but she had become better at controlling herself, finding new ways to deal with her emotions. When you came to her room to ask for sparring, because Shayera had more experience, you were still bad at fighting, and she agreed. You were the only good thing she had after so many people turned their backs on her and she was all alone. You lived with her in Faith's house, the same lost soul, you became friends there, and when she returned to the League, you went with her. John moved on, so did she. "Are you tired yet?" Shayera crossed her arms over her chest, it hasn't even been twenty minutes since you started and you can already feel the difference between the two of you. She laughs quietly as she watches you frown and get back on your feet.