Moonspear She's got eyes of the bluest skies

"Opponent analysis... hmm..." Wraen thought and for a moment she had the nagging sense to ask her brother, if he even knew, what "analysis" really meant. Because - while not entirely a foreign word, still, when used, sounded rather posh. 

"Wait a sec' - are you feeling lazy today?" she asked suspiciously, because usually their training sessions were rather vigorous and action-filled. With all her fantastic memory about history and stories, she was very bad at memorizing tactics and doing "analysis". And the best way to lure her to sleep, was discussing stuff like that. Useful stuff - no doubt - but... meh.

"Come on, Ter - don't disappoint your little sister. I came here for a massive brawl - and telling me tactics is all you are going to do today?" she pleaded. "I may consider lending you my bone, if you do your bargain of the deal well?"