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[elegantwarrior]

[The video starts up and the Arena can be seen in the background. Gwendolyn positions herself so she can be seen, at least one of her wings somewhat expanded outwards, and her spear is in sight as well. The expression on her face is stoic, determined, prideful, confident. And well, she came here for a good reason, one that she about to announce

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[roadstotheriver]

I am a bit out of practice, as I have lost my right hand and am still learning how to work with my left, but I would appreciate someone to spar with if you do not mind that.

[She was never that much of a swordswoman before, but she's certainly had incentive to learn since the Glacier.]

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[elegantwarrior]

[A warrior who lost their arm, but still wishes to fight. She respects that a lot.]

I do not mind at all. It would be my honor to have a spar against you. Though, as I mentioned, I will not be holding back.

[But also against such a person, she doesn't intend to harm her and would be more than willing to help her learn to work with her left hand.]

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[roadstotheriver]

That's fine. I will make my way over there shortly.

[And she does. Lirael comes to the arena fifteen minutes later, or so, with her short sword strapped to her right hip, her bandolier of (usless) bells on her chest, and her light gethre mail tunic under her surcoat. She even has her long, dark hair tied back, for once, since having hair in her face won't do when she's trying to fight someone.

And sure enough, she has no right hand, merely a stump ending at her wrist.]

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[elegantwarrior]

[Gwendolyn is practicing, getting ready for any of her challengers to arrive. After all, she doesn’t want to disappoint them after making such a confident claim. Seeing the woman, she smiles, and ceases her practice. Walking up to her, she brings her shielded arm up to her chest and gives her a small bow.]

I am happy to see that you have come.

[And looking at her arm, she is easily able to tell who it is.]

My name is Gwendolyn. ‘Tis a pleasure to have this honor to spar with you.

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[roadstotheriver]

[Lirael doesn't really bow back-- it's not something the Clayr really do much, so she's not certain of the etiquette of it-- but she does duck her head in shy politeness.]

You might not think so after you try. But I will do my best.

[And she's sure she'll wind up on her rump, disarmed, almost immediately. But she's still going to try.]

[elegantwarrior]

[As long as she tries, that is all Gwendolyn can ask for. She can tell the girl is hardly a warrior, and if she was once one, it’s been a while since she’s seen battle. Her trained eye is able to tell.]

As long as you do your best, I have no complaints.

[And with that, she points her spear outward towards her, in her battle ready position.]

[roadstotheriver]

[Lirael isn't one for a lot of words, so she's happy to leave it at that. She shifts for better balance and draws her sword. Sword against spear-- she actually did attend one of the fighting arts classes about that, hadn't she? It had been year ago, though.

So she brings the sword up to a ready position and braces herself, letting Gwendolyn attack first, so she can see just how fast and good she really is. And thus, know just how badly she's going to fail.]