Sbatarra's words would be met immediately with a scowl. One did not take such things as wrongful titles lightly, and Sil was most definitely not a man; being called a samurai was, though a minor one, still an insult. "The guild is without my service as of now, but when I had left, they were still in good shape. They have arranged what protection they can from those who had attacked Schick, mostly using magic." It was of note that Sil's eyes were not currently radiating that orchid light, and her eyes' true colors were now visible. They were a light, metallic purple, having a silvery tint to them. They were shockingly bright, and even in the mist, were distinct and highly visible. She stood at the ready, though she did not draw her swords. Regardless, her expression told of someone ready for a fight.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">And so we set the rules. Only two people at a time are to be in combat, and the terms for victory are either that both the opponent and their second are to be disabled or have surrendered. Either fighter can call for a short pause in which to trade places with their second, switching indefinitely until any of the conditions to end the duel are met. Are we clear</span>?" a strange, disembodied voice said, to which everyone present nodded. He then struck a pose that looked to be very defensive, holding his bardiche at the ready. Onigawara followed suit, doing something very similar, albeit differentiated between each other only because of the weapons the other was using. A few tense moments passed before the two began to approach one another, nearly every part of their body keeping still except for their legs. Finally, Baltazar was the first one to strike, his weapon being just within range. Though it was a single strike, it seemed to be an intense one, both in the sheer force of the blow and with the power that must have been in the weapon. Frost encrusted over where the blow was struck, and made Onigawara hiss slightly with pain. She stepped forth and managed to fend off a second blow that came from him, and made a strike of her own, this one having a very faint white trail of energy following her weapon as it smashed into the short man. It was a hard and powerful attack, but somehow, in spite of the size of the weapon and the might of its wielder, he kept his stance and held his position.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>