Gabrielle smirked at her words. “No, I won’t break. Trust me.” She told her, continuing to spar with Faith, feeling the adrenaline start to kick in and pulse through her body, it making her miss home a lot more, just for the occasional fight, though the people Xena and her faced were usually warlords, the occasional God. Hearing Faith’s words that she left her side open, she nodded. “Thanks.” She said, attempting to improve her form as their swords moved, clashing against each other. She kept her eyes on Faith, watching her every move, seeing how nice her form was and strong she looked. After a while, Gabrielle stopped, feeling the need for a breather and something to drink, looking at Faith. “Good spar.” She told her with a smile. “Where’d you learn to fight so good?” She asked, curiously. “Or does it just come naturally?”