#1815 - “Your first fight?” She asked, and the human nodded simply. With a blue flash of power the Lancer’s blue blade glanced off the barrel of the marine's rifle, the force of the impact levied by the spears length and Lysera’s strength sent the compact little thing spinning from the marines now numbed hands, leaving it to skitter away across the rocks as the marine dove and rolled backwards, landing nimbly on her feet with knife in hand, the silver blade stained red with dried Isiri blood. Where are they?” Tryi’s expression of uncertainty hardened in an instant to one of wounded pride and anger, the smaller warrior stepping forward, squaring up to Lysera as best she could, “I trained them both myself! Their strength and bravery have been proven on the battlefield times before and I will not have you so gravely insult my Lessers!” Lysera drew in a sharp breath and narrowed her eyes.