Qeya River there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn

ooc; i don't mind having no dice rolls!

to the point, it would seem. Heloise would shift her body to look at the other properly. head-on. some would call that a threat, even a veiled one, though her eyes would squint briefly. "it depends" she would reply, some humor in her tone "if my opponent is a piss-poor fighter" there was no sport in beating against a foe that failed to give her some entertainment. let there be some merit if blows were to be exchanged. "or would you care to find out yourself?" she added quietly to the dark woman. why ask if she was not curious of her strength? that was how real warriors were forged.