Twist straightens slowly, the wood sword dropping to her side. Her eyes are bright, the feral smile from a second ago softening into something less predatory.

[color="#663366"]It was. Thank you," she says dropping her head toward her defeated opponent. Before it lifts though, it tilts slightly to the side and she glances up at him through her lashes, the flicker of confusion in her gaze. Slowly she straightens, processing his words.

You would almost think she wasn't aware that there was a prize involved in the contest. Which would mean that she had entered solely for the fighting and the bragging rights winning would gain, or ego blow if she had lost.

"Ah... of course," and she motioned for him to proceed. Rolling her shoulders, she takes stock of her own wounds before returning the wood toy to where she had retrieved it from.

Stepping out of the combat circle she rejoins the Court proper.

Twist returns to the main thread