Gallus did not drop into a guard right away with Ri'vashi's intention to fight hand-to-hand. He only raised his shield and sword slowly once he realised that it was intended. As much as Gallus would have preferred to spar with equal equipment, it was impossible to say that they would be equally matched in such a bout. "Unarmed?" Gallus said with a tilted head, "...As you wish."

To start off, Gallus biased his shield slightly to Ri'vashi's right and held the flat of his sword against its edge. He feigned a jump forward to test Ri'vashi's awareness before switching the position of his sword to be horizontal above his head and lunging forward to take a small swing at her arms and push her back. If Gallus could get a cut in before or while Ri'vashi closed to attack, he hoped he could end the bout before any of those mace-like strikes landed upon anything more sensitive than his shield.

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Tzirret followed to the side without any protest. Now with Ma'tanza in front of him he scrambled to try and find the words that he laid out in his mind not long ago.

"Yes...it is about before." Tzirret had trouble keeping eye contact, his ears were held back and he unconsciously had his hand up rubbing the back of his neck. Tzirret bit his lower lip momentarily before continuing in something of a dejected voice, "Look...this one knows that Ma'tanza does not like to be manipulated. He understands that...trying to act bravely to prove a point..." Tzirret's stopping and starting was not helped by his different thoughts trying to get out at once. "W-what he means to say is that he should have known that it would make Ma'tanza upset, what he tried. It was selfish. He should not have caused all the worry, he..." Tzirret sighed, "But he knows that he does not want to be liked for something he is not, so he never wants to manipulate Ma'tanza. He does not want to lie to her or insult her because he really...does not want her to be hurt. He...still wants to be with her."

Tzirret's eyes darted from Ma'tanza's eyes to the floor again and he fidgeted. "He spoke to Gallus and is no longer going into the fight at all. He is staying back with the camp." Tzirret's arm dropped and hung loosely at his side. He seemed to relax into a guilty bow of his head now that he had said all that he could think to. "He understands if Ma'tanza is still angry. Tzirret is sorry."