Charlotte raised an eyebrow at her opponent's comment about women, but remained silent. There are many situations a woman can find herself in, in which it is best to let actions speak louder than words. Embarrassing a warrior in front of a crowd of thousands was one such action, in the situation of dealing with an abrasive pig. Still, there was a reason she hadn't been made to fight alone, so she witheld further judgement for the time being.

Charlotte had been prepared to fight her opponent head-on, despite his obviously superior strength and armour. Still, she would hardly complain that her ally wanted to take her place in that manner, though simply asking would have sufficed. She watched them as they approached the man, for a hearbeat longer than seemed natural. [i]Leave it be,[/i] she thought. [i]Why not let the bulls butt heads, if it isn't their nature to accomplish more?[/i]

The other woman's plan was simple, but Charlotte could work with it. Charlotte shouldn't have much trouble skirting around the back of the fight, if the man was busy fighting his larger opponent head-on. With this in mind, Charlotte circled anti-clockwise around the armoured man, staying at least five paces away throughout. She positioned herself diagonally behind and to the left of him, estoc in her right hand, cinquedea in a reverse grip in her left. Just as the larger woman would strike, she too would dart forwards and lunge with the estoc, attempting to do what it was made for and pierce his armour at the back, missing his spine and hopefully his ribcage, going for a punctured lung. If he would stagger from the other woman's punch, she would then pull the sword out and dodge to the right to avoid being hit with his bulk.