Ple-Sen
Age is age, but it was hard to deny Golden Coin's agility — unburdened by excess armor, the strapping fellow darted across the battlefield, spinning in a dance of death. Not everyone could withstand such an onslaught, and even armor, as Catharsis had learned from her own experience, was hardly an obstacle for him. Alaria was in no hurry to expose herself to the whirling vortex of steel that not everyone could endure. Instead, she kept a small distance between herself and her opponent, deftly dodging out of the way and sending a throwing knife after the spry old man, or turning to her healing flask. In the end, it was this very caution that brought her victory.
— You held yourself admirably, my lord. Many a youngster would envy your valor and agility, — the Tarnasian woman smiled as she extended her hand to the old brigand, — and you did not forget your promise. I sense the scar you left will prove fairer than many. Thank you for such a splendid duel!