"Oh!" Charlotte's face colored a little but she nod her head then briefly. The brief bit of a speech seemed to have taken a lot out of her, she was now trying to keep looking at him as he spoke but it seemed she was still a bit wary about looking at him in the eyes for long at least, though she smiled to him in a faint fashion, but it was there. "If you need to, well, please go ahead." She nod her head again and averted her gaze somewhat.<br/><br/>"I have to admit I haven't seen magic quiet like that being used. It makes me feel young again." The matriarch's expression showed a teasing smirk as she watched Tehr unashamedly, as the clang of steel could be heard from the arena. Not seeming to pay it more attention though she kept her gaze over at the shyest of her daughters and Tehr, a small chuckle leaving her lips though Emily and Eeva smiled as well, looking mostly a little surprised at Charlotte though.<br/><br/>"Ahh, a shawl, umm..." One of the mature halfling women bowed her head a little bit before reaching to lift a cloth off her shoulders, passing it over towards Charlotte who blushedly handed it to Tehr. The perfume on it was light, and didn't seem that extravagant, more like rosewater than some exotic myrh, but it gave a bit of something else to inhale than the scent of a wet womanhood or rather, the mixed scent of quite a few of them.<br/><br/>"I don't think it would be fair to confine you in any<em>agony</em>after such a fight. If you need a healer one could be brought here-" Charlotte was saying when Emily chuckled and smiled. "Sister, its not a<em>wound</em>but another matter." Her tone was teasing, but the voice light enough that it didn't carry beyond the family. Charlotte's cheeks stayed a bit colored but she didn't seem scandalized to silence by that. "R-right, I am sorry. Please, make yourself comfortable." Charlotte continued in a gentle tone of voice.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The elven man dashed at the woman only to get his sword deflected over and over as the amazonian beauty simply focused on the defense with her bracers rising to block swordswings with them, seeming skilled in keeping attacks away from anything vital, and swift enough to block attacks at close range. As the elf reached closer with his free hand glowing with energy the woman smacked his arm aside with her free arm before shoving her palm to the elf's chest with a loud impact.<br/><br/>It was almost like a shockwave rippled through the back of the elf's clothing, as he stumbled back coughing blood. The elf stood straight again however, and charged in once more swing of sword followed by a thrust of his hand only to get his sword dodged, the arm reaching forth landing on the tall woman's bosom. There was a flash of magic, and the leather and fur burst to flames burning off enough to expose a large breast to the view, but the woman's eyes narrowed, and with a savage growl she slammed a fist to the man's face knocking his head back and then a swift haymaker from beneath impacted on the elf's chin sending him flying back a couple of feet before he landed on his back with a slam.<br/><br/>The audience was quiet a moment as the tall woman slapped her hands together before her and nod her head slightly, but then glared at the downed elf before moving over to slap his cheek twice with the palm of her hand lightly, seeming to stir the elf to groggily wake up again. As she said something, the elf seemed to break out in laughter and raised his arms.<br/><br/>"The fight is over! The Duke Surrenders!" There was a cheer going on again, but with that done the woman pulled the elf up on his feet before turning to leave, allowing the elf to go pick up his blade again, while Tielwater moved forth to offer the woman a towel which she promptly wrapped up around her chest while moving out of the arena, perhaps back to the stands.<br/><br/>All in all, the fight didn't last very long, but it had proven quite one-sided.