This had gone on enough, hadn't it? Galahad would realize that in continuing their spar both would only worsen their injuries, and, in truth, he found his opponent a bit stronger than he was himself. Galahad would stop his movements to attack, instead allowing his body to fall in place in more of a straight line and take a step back. There was no shame in losing a spar. A spar was a place to learn, a place to make mistakes, and a place to grow. If he just kept trying harder, focusing more on what he needed to accomplish and strive for, then he would surely become a sound warrior within time. This woman was one that he could give thanks to for helping him along that path.
A look of respect reflected in his green eyes as he dipped his head to the female, hoping that she would realize his lack of battle readiness and cease her attacks as well. "It was a wonderful fight, miss, but I feel that there is no more need of us to continue. Victory is yours, and well earned." Galahad would not hide the respect in his tone, or the honesty and sincerity of his words. He would lift his gaze to the white woman, meeting her hues with his own gaze. She was a warrior, pure and true. Who had taught her how to fight, he wondered? Or had she simply taught herself?
"Thank you for the spar. Perhaps some day we will meet again." With that Galahad would wait, in case she had something she wished to say, and if there was nothing Galahad would turn and leave.
-Exit Galahad unless Nephele has more to say to him.-
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