(Fight) Some warriors bond through battle, but no owies allowed! So the festival committee has prepared a battleground for you and several hollow, non-damaging weapons that make a delightful squeaky sound when you hit stuff with them!
Holding a fake sword, she looks at her sparing partner with a smirk, even though, internally, she feels like she is about to take part in a losing battle.
āJust because I am not skilled with the sword, does not mean you should underestimate me, my dear friend! I am quite the quick learner; I am certain that by the end of this I will have put up quite the fight!ā She takes a swing with the fake sword, cutting through the air and immediately having it slip out of her hands and onto the ground.
Giving Yuzu a sheepish grin, she readies herself once more.
Most middling duelists would look at their opponent fumbling their weapon and immediately scoff or meet LāArachelās awkward smile with a demeaning one of their own. But Yuzu is far from middling, and stares back at the nobleās whiff with a stern neutral expression. No smile in return, but rather heartfelt respect at her foeās resolve.
āFie, my friend. I never dare to employ restraint in the presence of my most favored weapon,ā Yuzu patiently remarks. She draws her own bright-blue sword (...is it meant to represent an iced treat??) forward in preparation. āI would be nothing greater than satisfied seeing you put up the fightā¦against this!ā
In demonstration, the samurai pivots her grip to a single-handed one to perform a straightforward pierce toward the princessās side. Her form is focused, the weapon flying perfectly forward without wavering in the air. It flies, soars, untilā¦
The initial impact pokes at LāArachelās left arm only to have a greater verbal impact compared to any physical one. The following squeaks are far from intentional, only happening as Yuzu accidentally bends her wrist and drops her own sword due toā¦a short fit of laughter.
āHeheheheā¦! Ah. We both appeared to have faltered,ā she eventually calms herself, though there is no sense of shame within her voice from failing. She instead recollects the refreshing sword and takes a pace back. āOur first scuffle is a draw. Let us engage once more.ā
As she finishes, a grin finally slips onto the hardened battlerās face.