Nyri stepped back, quiet. She was confused as to why she hadn't just killed the soldier, but perhaps she'd do so next time. She swept back her hair, then turned to the other soldiers. "Does anyone else wish to fight?" the girl asked, her voice coming off slightly cold and distant. She'd tied her hair in a tight bun, and her arms hung loosely at her sides as she surveyed the crowd. Should a challenger show themselves, she'd make the battle short and quick.