She is not one to gloat her victories , &. never has she been -- even as a Knight which held a sword with the honor of Ishgard , always has she found her triumph in battle worth obtaining . Never has she looked down upon her opponent with scorn &. disdain for their lack of skill , instead she was one to value every encounter , for sake she may have learned something from another’s life ( be it taken or sustained ) . Thus , even now in self - imposed exile , she does not frown upon Alisaie as she lays upon a bed of earth within the Sea of Clouds . Maintenance of Aynur’s victory exists in static , tip of the staff in her grip lowered in a manner meant to convey her unwillingness to continue the spar &. yet simultaneously remind her opponent they were at her mercy .
“ You’ve fought well , young one ... ” at last her voice breaks the atmosphere which has brewed betwixt them . Their mocking combat was riddled with vocal anecdotes from the young Elezen who had rose to the challenge of fighting one of Light’s Warriors . Breathing acquired from such rigorous movement in one’s fighting style had not been absolute silence as Aynur’s had , Meanwhile she’d heard cries of determination from the girl with her lunges &. slashes , seen concentration &. will in her eyes before it made manifest by Alisaie’s red magicks .
Aynur cannot help but feel pride .
Strong tone , her volume maintains quiet as at last she ceases aether’s flow to the staff . The oppressive energy which would so readily emanate from its physical boundaries at last fades , its weight upon their aura now dissipated . “ You were a sight to behold , if I may speak plain ... ” there is irony in the statement , &. Aynur knows Alisaie keen enough not to miss such , “ ... your movements were almost like a dance most frenetic . It’s clear you’ve worked ceaselessly to develop yourself in this art . From your breathing alone I can tell that you’ve needed to train your body beyond what you originally practiced . It’s paid off , Alisaie. ”
Faint indication of a smile would pull upon lip’s corners . “ Mayhap Alphinaud one day learn a thing or two from you . Dedicated as he is to the scholastic arts of healing , he needs embrace the philosophy he acknowledges -- one’s mind may only bear fruit if the body is a fertile soil for it to grow forth . ” She would not risk to demoralize her acknowledged adversary by kneeling to her level , &. instead would bend at her waist , extend her hand to the girl whom she’d decisively thrown to the ground with the might of Black Magic .