"What makes you think that?" He didn't seem to take any offense to the accusation, perhaps because he knew no offense was intended. The women who had joined the Shepherds were treated no differently from the men -- he respected and trusted everyone who fought under his command.

The blades sang out with each clash, steel dancing with steel. Grasping the handle of Falchion with both hands, he pushed her sword back, taking a moment to recover his stance and press the offensive.

She was an incredible fighter. The father who had trained her must have been very skilled, he thought, but it was Marth to whom he gave the credit. She was quick and strong, and capable of provoking an enemy into a clumsy rage, which made her cunning as well.