Tearing down the Critic

Mircea stretched her arms and then shifted around to stretch her legs. Her long braid was whipping around-following her movements. She had changed into the leather suit Este had brought her this morning with her gown. Everyone around her was warming up with a sword in their hands. Many of them had sullen faces, with how the duels were going to be performed. Half of them had withdrawn their names after getting to know that they would have to fight Mircea with a sword. 

Served them right for thinking they were better than her, Mircea darkly thought as she proceeded to take her sword from Argus. Mircea tested the weight of the sword in her hand before he took the shield from him. 

Now that she thought of that she didn't really need a shield, however having a shield meant she was safe. "You might not know this but I know how to wield a sword." Este said copying Mircea's movements.