While the First Blade didn't express annoyance, slight movements seemed to indicate that the implacable construct seemed to be getting frustrated. "You claim the blade, won through rite of combat. You are the Champion," it responded.<br/><br/>The creature considered the request, then countered with its own stipulation. "The combatant must fight; maneuvering is allowed, but deliberately fleeing is not," it stated.<br/><br/>It would take a little while to set up the dueling ring - and the event had drawn a lot of attention throughout the already excited town. Mages swiftly moved to prepare spells to amplify their voices, or project images of the fight into the air, so all could witness it from afar, as there wasn't nearly time, nor space, to construct seating for everyone who might wish to observe.<br/><br/>Sak'bas nodded. "I will not need to yield," she said, confidently.