[She keeps her eyes on his form, transfixed, unaware that he's paying so much attention to her. She watches his complicated maneuvers, the ease at which he performs them, the way he casually moves on to another as if even an endless round could not tire him. If what he wants is a reaction, he will certainly get one. She gasps softly when she sees him pivot at the last moment, her blush increasing ever so slightly as she thinks about how much she admires his skill and strength.]