[b]Birsi[/b]

Those words did surprise her, and she assumed a puzzled look and put a hand to her chin, having relaxed quite a bit post fight. “I believe I had made it obvious? Never fully blocked you, that is the easiest way to get thrown backwards by your swings. I guided your strikes elsewhere to minimize their impact on me and allow for us to be on equal ground. Plus, my arms are not reeds. Feel for yourself.” She flexed her arm a bit to let the host feel it.

The soft yet durable fabric of her sleeve clung to her tensed arm, highlighting that for a normal person who wasn’t in the Fire Wheels, Birsi had some bulk in those arms of hers. The guardswoman had to be well trained, not just in code and order, but in body and mind as well. Her strength was real, as was her grace and speed. Birsi seemed to be good at everything besides handling Fire Wheels in normal everyday encounters… That thought in Birsi’s head reminded her of the first day she encountered the Fire Wheels in the palace halls, the shudder at her memory being quite visible, but could also just be mistaken as a shudder due to having her arm felt up.

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[b]Silsila Om[/b]

Silsila makes a mental note to figure out a way to kick guard's asses evn if they did have some fancy sword fighting tricks under their belts. She makes a secondary note to focus more on winning fights and less on flirting hard with her opponent when fighting has such high stakes. What has she been doing lately, anyway? Just a fugue state of love and lust! She needs to focus up...

She does totally feel her bicep up on the way, though. Nice.