Despite the impression she creates, Cassandra isn't actually a violent person. Her practice is an exercise in control, every strike planned and calibrated, carefully aimed and delivered. She's not about to hit anybody that isn't made of straw, accidentally or on purpose. She completes a combination of strikes, low and high, a thrust just beneath the arm that seems aimed there, not a miss, followed by a push with her shield that would topple the dummy if she didn't pull it up just short.

She drops the tip of her sword into the dirt when she's finished, none of her weight leaned into it, posture perfectly upright as she turns to look at Bruce. Maybe she's seen him around, but she's seen a lot of people around, and if she's ever known his name she can't call it to mind.

"Yes? Can I help you?"