winners bell

Rolling her shoulders, she prepared for the next spar and shook out her coat. Getting stiff between spars was likely but she strove to keep herself limber enough between each that her tired muscles would only get stronger, not more tired. So instead of posting up in one spot as if it was the only available space, she moved around the battlefield and even stopped to get a drink of water from one of the ponds. Birds suddenly took off from a distance and cawed overhead as they passed, telling her that someone was near. Perhaps it could've been something else, but she called out anyway, inviting the guest to a spar.

"Speech!"