She stopped and stared at him. Her eyes were as wild as her hair. She wondered, silently, why it was that men always said things like that. She had no qualms killing a man, or killing a women. But when a man was forced into a duel, or into some sort of fight against a woman they would back away. Women, especially Sylvans, were just as strong as their men. If not more. So wouldn't it be better to kill them if they challenged you?
Did he really step away from such fights? A weakness of the male race, to not kill a women. They were threats. They often were more tricky than their husbands, sons, or brothers. She'd met her fair share of powerful women, and each of them were twisted with grand ideas. Herself.. she was twisted with desires sometimes too.
Like her ridiculous obsession with always appearing better than the rest after a fight. Or the fact that she put up with the craziness that fell from her mothers mouth.
"Because I'm a woman, or because you wouldn't want to kill me specifically?" She followed his gaze.
"They were better when I was a child. Hard to find. Now they're everywhere."