She wasn't taken aback by him challenging her honour, but she was somewhat taken aback by the comment that came before it. For a moment, the confident smirk was replaced by a blink of confusion and, admittedly, surprise, but then he carried on and left her without enough time to really process if he'd just complimented her or not. "<strong>I couldn't beat you with my bare hands, no. I couldn't beat a Blacksmith with a pair of tongs either, or a tanner with a knife.</strong>" She felt her conviction tighten as he accepted her challenge, not afraid to admit she wouldn't beat him at everything. He was worthy of fighting; that's why she wanted to fight him. She wasn't here challenging Elias, or Vera. She was challenging Ja'rok because he was big, and because he looked strong. Gazra looked well her equal as well, and Vera had a cold, unpredictable aura around her that made her think twice about going in without more observation. Ja'rok was going to be the simple one. The straightforward one, or so she'd thought. It turns out he was anything but now that she'd dug deeper, but he had accepted her challenge none-the-less.<br/><br/>"<strong>I value a person based on what they can do best. If you think I'm shameful for taking you seriously and wanting to give my all against you? Then there's less honour in Orcs than I'd guessed.</strong>" She took a few steps back, creating the separation before they duelled. She hopped back two, three, four more steps until she was ready; and smirked at him. "<strong>Let's see if you're as good with a maul as you are at running your mouth.</strong>"