Narsi remained blank, almost betraying some sadness as Julan spoke. But as they drilled, something Julan said made Narsi's face harden. Julan's suggestion to Rhazii came with a certain coincidental timing. The end of his sentence was punctuated with an aching impact just below his sternum, where Narsi jabbed her fist forward while he was distracted. The wind was gone from his lungs and his diaphragm swirled with nausea. "Hey!" Rhazii instantly leapt into action, grabbing Narsi by the wrist, twisting her arm around to her back, and then shoving her against the ground by the nape of her neck. Narsi strained one eye to look up at Julan. She snarled through grit teeth with her cheek pressed against the floor. "I ain't scared of you, clown boy!" "Don't hit like a coward like that when you're training!" Rhazii shouted, in a way channelling Lorag, if a little less overwhelming. "If you're so bothered by some dumb words, you challenge Julan properly! Got it!?" She was in no position to resist. Narsi struggled and got nowhere, hissing breaths in and out between her teeth. "Are you going to make a challenge or not!?" Rhazii demanded. Narsi closed her mouth. She broke eye contact with Julan, her stubbornness lasting another several seconds. She growled in frustration. "...No," she finally admitted. [hr] Again, Fendros took a moment with his eyes downcast. He did not want to be the one caught lying, even if they were to lie in the first place. He did not have some inspired cover story. "I did," was all he could say.