Evelyn would have no issues with training...discipline was one of the first things she had learned back at the church. This might be a little more...rowdy than she had been used to, but she's dealt with a lot of changes ever since fleeing her home and coming here. If she couldn't adapt, she had no hope of freeing the goddess...<br/><br/>At least she hadn't had time to lose her endurance, although the "exercise" she had been doing lately had little to do with combat. Still, she was able to hang with her instructor as he taught her the basics of unarmed combat in the context of competition. She found herself panting a bit near the end, more than a little sweaty after all this exertion, and a wee bit flustered after several "accidental" exposures. She had to remind herself that they likely wouldn't take things too far though...Master Gandrev would have likely been displeased if they had treated her poorly. Still, things got rather interesting for her once the suggestion of a practice match came up...<br/><br/>Wiping her brow, Evelyn looked from Doctore to Vedran and then to Markus. She wasn't sure how to play things, but it occurred to her that she needed to earn these men's respect...she needed every advantage that she could get against Wyldfire. And it wasn't like she was exactly chaste anymore...she didn't need to protect a purity she no longer quite possessed. "Alright...Markus was it? I accept your bet. Win or lose, I'll learn something." she said simply. No bravado, no boasting, Evelyn seems to be taking his crude wager in stride.