Belca ... ? That sounds about right ....
Croquet Mallet? What the Hell was ... Oh, yes. Flamingoes.
"Of course." Belca acknowledged her even in the middle of charging at the other.
She grinned ferally as the other woman was forced to directly block her, though it might have been more satisfying if she hadn't been able to. But then it would be all too boring, wouldn't it now? This was better. She enjoyed a good fight, even if she wasn't the one who had the advantage. Seeing the surprised look on her face, Belca's grin widened a little more. There was a certain satisfaction in proving to people what a big mistake they were making for underestimating her. It made her feel a warmth she was quite sure no one had any right to feel in a battle.
As the Duchess - she could acknowledge the Lady by her proper title once again, she was a warrior alright - sprung towards her, she tried to bring her sword down on her, but to Belca's surprise, the other dodged easily, twisting at the last minute and before she knew it, she was behind the silverette.
"Behind you," the other sang out. Even without looking, she could already sense the mallet being brought down, hear the wind whistle as the Duchess' weapon cut through it.
Whirling around, she managed to block the mallet with her sword, gritting her teeth. Damn, the woman was strong, and even though she had managed to block the mallet, she wasn't in the most favourable of positions. She pushed back with all her strength, stabilising her balance which had become wobbly when she first whirled around at such a short notice.
"Don't warn your opponent." she barked back at the other, knitting her eyebrows in concentration as she quickly twisted to the right to get rid of the mallet blocking her sword and brought the flat of her sword down on the Duchess' wrist, aiming to make her go of the mallet and disarm her.