Shakar looked at Avelo with a curious expression, before turning towards him and walking up to him. She looked him up and down for a moment before answering. "A good battle turns me on, yes. It's both a blessing and a curse. The sexual energy drives me forward, giving me strength even if I'm injured or in pain. However, if a battle is especially stimulating, the sensation can overwhelm me. If that were to happen all I would want to do is rip off my clothes and pleasure myself, rubbing my pussy or inserting anything I could find nearby that would fit inside of me. Needless to see, that leaves me quite vulnerable during battle. It... has happened a few times. Overcoming such a situation is considered a great victory, and is something every young warrior on my planet is put to the test. If one fails that test, they are killed."<br/><br/>She spoke as if it was a very normal, traditional culture. Still looking at him curiously, she asked "But what about you? Why were you so eager to fight me? You don't trust me, do you? I can see it in your eyes, you would rather put me inside of a cell, lock me away, while the rest of you continued with your precious peace talks..."<br/>