(Fight) Some warriors bond through battle, but no owies allowed! So the festival committee has prepared a battleground for you and several hollow, non-damaging weapons that make a delightful squeaky sound when you hit stuff with them!
Holding a fake sword, she looks at her sparing partner with a smirk, even though, internally, she feels like she is about to take part in a losing battle.
“Just because I am not skilled with the sword, does not mean you should underestimate me, my dear friend! I am quite the quick learner; I am certain that by the end of this I will have put up quite the fight!” She takes a swing with the fake sword, cutting through the air and immediately having it slip out of her hands and onto the ground.
Giving Yuzu a sheepish grin, she readies herself once more.
Most middling duelists would look at their opponent fumbling their weapon and immediately scoff or meet L’Arachel’s awkward smile with a demeaning one of their own. But Yuzu is far from middling, and stares back at the noble’s whiff with a stern neutral expression. No smile in return, but rather heartfelt respect at her foe’s resolve.
“Fie, my friend. I never dare to employ restraint in the presence of my most favored weapon,” Yuzu patiently remarks. She draws her own bright-blue sword (...is it meant to represent an iced treat??) forward in preparation. “I would be nothing greater than satisfied seeing you put up the fight…against this!”
In demonstration, the samurai pivots her grip to a single-handed one to perform a straightforward pierce toward the princess’s side. Her form is focused, the weapon flying perfectly forward without wavering in the air. It flies, soars, until…
The initial impact pokes at L’Arachel’s left arm only to have a greater verbal impact compared to any physical one. The following squeaks are far from intentional, only happening as Yuzu accidentally bends her wrist and drops her own sword due to…a short fit of laughter.
“Hehehehe…! Ah. We both appeared to have faltered,” she eventually calms herself, though there is no sense of shame within her voice from failing. She instead recollects the refreshing sword and takes a pace back. “Our first scuffle is a draw. Let us engage once more.”
As she finishes, a grin finally slips onto the hardened battler’s face.