Zwei, turned and looked to the woman as she arrived finally. She didn't know if she should agree with the jester and help him. But this woman looked strong, and something inside of her made her want to gauge her strength. However Zwei could tell the woman had been fighting, and reached around for something she had a potion on her. She slowly looks to the woman "I am sorry for this.... and I know the timing couldn't be worse..." She tosses the woman the potion "But I think I would prefer to fight you in his stead."<br/><br/>She would allow the woman to recover with the potion, and not before that. The clown may have no moral of honor, but Zwei would rather her opponent fight with everything they had rather then fighting someone who couldn't even stand. "You may call me Zwei... if you have your honor... I'd like to know who you are before we begin."<br/><br/>It was clear she had long since forgotten the Clown was there and simply wanted to make this a fight she could really feel herself in, she hadn't been in this realm long, and she would rather fight an opponent that would stand much more even with her. She lowered her helmet visor and would take up her stance sword gripped in both hands and set up with her hips and legs straight the sword would be held at her right hip... The blue and white plume of her helmet tossling around. "Once your ready, En Gard...." She said waiting on the woman.