For some reason, it felt like five minutes was taking an abnormally long amount of time to come. Weird, but Arara made no note of it. The distortion of time wasn't her problem, after all, and instead turned her attention back to the ratty looking kid with some cheap-looking weapon. It almost sounded like he had no idea how the minds of any type of competitive person worked. But still, the combat exams...Arara remembered those. She didn't participate in them, of course, since her credentials were already good enough to get her in, but she knew of them. One on one fights between students, in which they were scored based off their victory and their skills. So she nodded, planting her spear onto the ground in a lazy dip.

Technically, if she made it clear that this kid was under her 'protection', she could use her influence to get that Prince brat to go away, considering their family's relationships, but it sounded too much of a bother. Instead, she just pressed on for more answers. Arara brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and asked, [b]“Mind explaining how you forced a tie? I could see why he would be upset if he was besting you in all physical and skill-based areas, but you forced a tie due to some cheatshot at the end.”[/b]

Pausing for a moment, and tilting her head in thought, she finished with an example, [b]“Sorta like when a professional boxer loses his championship title to some underdog who got lucky. Not a nice feeling to go sleep on.”[/b]