When the cheers for the blonde Yecine's 'victory' over the Goltbred patriarch began to die down, another duelist stepped forward. Her mint eyes held an unhealthy mix of icy pride and competitive fire. She didn't bother to try and raise her voice, only caring that the one she was talking to could hear her.
First there was her daughter being attacked in the middle of a friendly dance and now her husband… well, he just yielded like he was supposed to - but that too was inciting!
"Well done, dear. But I wonder if you'd care to test your skills against someone a little more... experienced in these matters?"
