Ibix takes her stance across from Ollap, watching for the slight movements that often telegraph an attack, knowing he likely won't display any such thing before he strikes.<br/><br/>"As dragon-blooded, it is our duty to produce offspring, nobility, elevated commoner, all of us.  Also, how can one consider it a triumph over temptation to deny oneself a pleasure one has never experienced?"<br/><br/>Ibix guages her opponent, waiting for the first sign of motion.  She herself stands still as a stone weathering the centuries.  Finally, she sees it, the beginning of a motion.  Yet she waits, knowing she cannot block until she knows from which quarter Ollap will strike...