The hilt of the sword? Surprising, but had the same problem as the other non-trust movements, being that a maneuver to place the sword in the right angle was needed and it reduced the range of her attack, both giving Revaz time to react and place herself in an angle that cushioned the blow.

Second was of course the hit to the stomach, but where intellect failed Revaz and favored Caroline, Revaz compensated by physical superiority, her muscles, constitution and expertise in hand to hand combat allowing her to mostly shrug of this hit. She, like Caroline, had a leather armor to dampen cushioned sword hits, blunt hits much more powerful than a mere fist.

-I almost felt a tickle!

With this, Revaz used her hold on Caroline's arm to present her shoulder to Caroline's chest and then pulled, making Caroline fly above her to then make her fall violently on the ground on the other side, pinning her, and most importantly her sword arm, on the ground. With her other sword arm, she then trusted downward on Caroline's heart.

-And just like that, you lose.

-Draw!

-What?!

Revaz turned toward the snake as it spoke and noticed something, Caroline's sword. She looked at her hand. It was pinned and the sword was indeed there, but Caroline held the hilt with almost only 2 fingers, having made the angle of the sword face Revaz, it now touched Revaz's side.

-Oh come on! This is a god damn joke, this wasn't even a blow, it's touching me, so what? She'd still be dead and I wouldn't have a single scratch.

-Perhapsss, perhapsss not. But the rules of dueling are as sssuch, contact with the blade means defeat, and sssince contact was made at the sssame time, it is a draw.

Revaz looked at Caroline with annoyance, a hint of disgust also showing. She got up, freeing Caroline from under her weight and a second after threw her short sword on the ground, the blade impaling the earth 2cm from Caroline's face. Revaz spat on Caroline's chest.

-Rematch, fistfight until unconscious, a clear winner and a clear loser.

This time it was the Arms Master that spoke.

-We'll have none of that here Lord Samarkand, the Academy-

--Is a god damn joke and despite being created by 'All nations' still holds Elianst's values, that of cowardice, above all others.

She shot lightning from her eyes, figuratively speaking, at Caroline.

-What else could you expect from a nation of glorified merchants calling themselves nobles, calling a defeat a draw. This fight or the whole war with Elianst agreeing to pay a tribute to the other nations, purchasing the peace in a war it couldn't win, and calling it a draw. Disgusting.

Revaz began to walk at a brisk pace out of the training ground.

-I swear once this joke of a truce ends I'll make the special effort yo go to your estate and burn it down...

The snake began to follow her at a much slower pace.

-Now now Lady Caroline, please do keep your skills sssharp until next time, only a total victory can make a Sssamarkand move on... that or death.