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When he pushed, she stumbled back, only reflex and a hell of a lot of effort keeping Talae on her feet. It was not quite fast enough, though that she was able to get out of the way of the strike aimed at her right shoulder, and with great weariness, she raised her blade to block it, a maneuver that probably only succeeded because he chose to switch targets rather than fight it out right there.

The blow to her left shoulder connected, and though it was only the flat of the blade, the force was great, and she knew it would have sliced her arm off if his sword had been angled correctly. This in mind, Talae held up a hand in the signal for yield, leaning heavily on her blade, breath coming in short pants rather than the steady draws of resting readiness. "You got me," she said, "I'd be dead right now in a real fight, so we'll call it yours." a cleaving of her arm would have been enough to leave her vulnerable to a more vital strike, one which he would have taken advantage of if she were a Child and not an acerbic sparring partner.

She extended her right hand, intending to shake on it. That was what people did in situations like this, right? It was hard to say exactly, since she hadn't really made practice matches against actual people a habit before. "Thank you," she told him, with an incline of her head. "Now I think it might be a good idea to clean ourselves up and get some rest. No good to chew each other up and make it easier for a bloody white-robe to finish it, eh?"

She wondered idly what her sister was doing, and decided it might be an excellent time to return to the tent they'd be sharing, clean her armor (and herself, at that), and deal with whatever Faera had to say about the events of the day. It was likely to be unpleasant; her sister's rather sympathetic demeanor likely made the whole thing a bit difficult to stomach, and trying to explain the necessity of running Children through, while easy in terms of logic, was not by any stretch of the imagination pleasant.

She left her new sword unsheathed for the moment- she'd have to clean it too before she put it back in the sheath and figured out how best to strap it to her person. She wasn't exactly short, but she just might lack the height required to make the hip the best place. Perhaps it would do better affixed to her back? Something to try, anyway.