“How?” She buckled on the other greave, swinging each leg in turn to assure herself of the fit and her freedom of movement. “Did I not say? I thought I said — I meant to say — he will have only a shield. It’s not a true duel, and even if he had a sword it would not be like to a tournament. I don’t fight that way.” She picked up the vambraces, holding them up. “These are my shield, and my speed.”
He cocked a brow, “that’s not what I meant, Summer,” he tells her “I just mean that he is trained to do this, he was born with a sword in hand, even with a shield he can do damage, my darling. Just do not underestimate him.”
Summer nodded, laying one vambrace back down. “He is not you — I’ve seen you fight. Edward doesn’t have your talent. And, too, he will underestimate /me/.” She glanced down, lips pressing together. “He always has, even when we were younger and he was teaching me to fight. But I will be careful.” Tweaking the sleeve of her undershirt down, she struggled to do up the vambrace buckles with one hand.