She moved across from him and nodded in return, though her head did not dip far enough to let him out of her sight. She was taking no chances with this opponent now, and Lady Marcos had shown her - painfully - what happened when one let one's gaze wander even for an instant.
She took one deep breath, let it out, then, her eyes narrowing slightly, launched her first offensive, a series of kicks and punches, an easy flowing of combinations drilled into her by various taskmasters. Carefully controlled, and more than acceptable by the strictest rule-abider's standards - defeat them before they have an opportunity to resort to such, she had been told, and it would always have to be her first aim. But somehow, she doubted this would end so easily.