Seviilia tilts her head when Asuka stands, clearly intent on continuing to fight. With hunger clawing at her belly, she doesn't have it in her to refuse. Some amusement bounces across the link, alongside a bit of understanding. Then, she tosses both weapons to the side of her and stands tall, broad as a mountain, open to attack.

The sort of stance someone takes to prove a point, rather than one made to defend oneself.

"A grown warrior knows how to pick her battles," Seviilia says, licking her teeth in anticipation. "Strike true, Asuka. If this is your choice, you get one hit."