Yavanna wasn't sure about this. She was still worried about hurting Saeril. She didn't want to hurt her, by accident...if the elder didn't react in time. But then again; Saeril was faster than most. "I do trust you." Yavanna said softly. "But, this is still crazy." she said softly.

Thinking back on the times, Yavanna had seen and known Saeril to fight. Maybe this wasn't so crazy after all. It took another nod of encouragement before Yavanna fully drew the Dwarvish Sword, she had picked in Erebor. It felt a little heavier, then she was used to. But it was a good sword...she could tell. Mentally preparing herself, she circled Saeril a bit...as if carefully picking a good opportunity to attack.

Suddenly Yavanna moved in for the 'attack' from the back-right side. Yavanna was pretty swift and quick in her attack. Some even said, she was faster than her own siblings, in combat. Especially than her elder sister. But Yavanna never really dared compare herself to her siblings and their skills...since they had more centuries to practice.