While she may have gotten a taste of things in her original fight Evleyn is still feeling like a complete amateur at the moment. She was getting what he was saying to her but it still seemed so disconnected from what she had done before. She could fight, and had confidence that she was not unskilled, but...she wasn't exactly trained in making a fight look good. Dispatch your opponent quickly, subdual or death, was the name of the game. She wasn't entirely sure she could overcome her natural instincts; not making it out of the first round was a good sign of that.<br/><br/>And when the talk turns to unarmed combat...well, she was strong, and wasn't completely untrained in grappling, but she doubted she would fare well in that sort of contest. "To be honest, sir, I'm having doubts that I'd be able to thrive out there. My training was...a little different." she said, followed by a sigh "I don't have much of a choice though, so there's no sense pouting. As for my strengths...well, I'm stronger than many women I've met, not sure if that counts for anything. I've also got formal training, but that was as a soldier." she ponders "Some of my strengths wouldn't be allowed here...as you said, no magic."