Silef nodded. "Very well." She began unbuckling the silvery pieces of armor, handing them over to Aillos as she did so. "I apologize for you being forced to squire for me," she mentioned as she handed over the last piece, the helm. Walking over to the rack, she quickly donned the chestpiece. Turning back to the rest of the room, she addressed the soldiers watching. "Normally, I fight using this." She raised her arm to her side, seeming to point with her middle and index fingers. A beam of yellowish, faintly rippling light extended from them about the length of the average sword. After a moment, she let it fade. "However, I will face you in fair combat. I must, however, request a blade, as I carry none of my own. At least, of the conventional variety."