Black Morass Ill Show You A Warrior

This woman was clearly a warrior, like the last she'd faced and been beaten by, but this one was hardened, cold. Her pale face was blank and emotionless, and her posture didn't move. The femme's voice was as cold as her eyes, smooth and maybe unnerving to someone else. 
Ambrosia was sure it was a goal, lemon eyes lashing over the others frame and deeming them to be somewhat equal. After her last two defeats, she could use a picker upper, but fate could have other plans for her. 
The tawny woman stayed frozen in defence, her own honey-sweet voice hissing back at the other woman.
                  "I'm confident that you couldn't kill me, just as I'm confident I could draw blood."

Did we already roll to see who won this? I know think I said I was evens but did we actually roll it out?