"Very!" Rhocanth agreed, trying to keep his voice down to match. Just because he was having a moment didn't mean he needed to wake the dead, after all. "On both accounts." He was glad for her enthusiasm for his description, her laughter being infectious. He rather liked her after all, he found. They might not have had a lot in common, but she was fun to entertain and very beautiful besides. He had never thought much of the practice of canoodling with Duster women, finding it to be something of a waste of his time better spent studying, but perhaps if he had known her before she would have changed his mind. The desire to go out of his way for her was ever-surfacing.
"So then," he continued, waving his sword arm. "He was very angry. He charged me like a mad bronto, roaring so loudly it shook the stands. I leaped out of the way just in time, and the poor fool went head over heels. He couldn't figure out how I kept on eluding him. I spun around like this--" He spun and lifted his shield arm high. "Deflected his axe, and got him right across the chest! The Ancestors were truly with me on that day." His story concluded with a flourish of his sword arm, and a final prod to emphasize the end of the battle. "Everyone should see a Proving, even if only once."