Sil too glanced occasionally at the fight between the two other warriors, showing them respect and a bit of admiration as they traded blows. It seemed that Baltazar was showing a bit more wear, though that most likely could not be helped; with a weapon like Onigawara's, that any blow could be considered non-lethal was laughable. Her attention, for the most part, was occupied by the presence of Sbatarra, however. Her own violet eyes showed that Sbatarra was someone whom she did not hate so much as she did not trust. In spite of such wary feelings, she still held to her personal beliefs and answered as truthfully as her knowledge could muster. "As far as I know, less than yourself. The rumors have spread about them being ninjas, though there was little evidence to support these hearsayings. A few members of Thrice are ninjas themselves, but only novices, and would not be able to have dome such things themselves. If they were allowed to investigate they could perchance find something that may have been missed, for at least they would know what they were looking at, though the bitterness between the two guilds may present some difficulty in that."<br/><br/>There was a loud crack, and Sil turned just in time to see Baltazar be struck in the side of the head with Onigawara's giant club. A few drops of blood trickled down his temple and along his jawline, and with a step back, he wiped it from his face and called out, "Your turn, Sbatarra!" He then walked off to where Sbatarra stood. Once the two had switched places, Onigawara remaining in her stance that she held when fighting Baltazar. As soon as Sbatarra was ready to fight, the half-giant onna-bushi charged forward, ferociously swung her club, and nailed Sbatarra in the hip. The impact was audible, a slight pop being heard as the dark elf's thigh was displaced.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>