The siblings stared hard at each other and then Myron opened his mouth to let out a retort only to stop when a sharp clap called everyone's attention to Zayda who had so far been quiet to it all,
"I think it's pretty clear what should happen now," she said with a smile, "Let's have a duel. The once brilliant Myrine against the subpar but still fairly competent Myron."
Myrine cocked her head to the side confidently,
"That doesn't sound bad at all," she said, "Myron, care to run it back and have your ass kicked again?"
Myron frowned not at his Sister's words but rather at the disparaging words Zayda had used to describe him but he dared not speak the insulting retort at the tip of his tongue. Instead, he composed himself,
"A duel this night?" he asked, sounding like he was suggesting the day was over and it was much too late for a spar.
Zayda shook her head,
"No, no, Not today," She said, "Tomorrow. I'll preside."
