"Have the terms been agreed to?" Araceli raises her voice just enough that it might get through to them because this is the important part. "First blood? To the death?"

Hopefully not the latter as she gives Church the pick of her two rapiers before she actually looks, really looks at Guillaume's, biting down so hard on the inside of her cheek she tastes blood. "Señor, you are certain about which blade you will be duelling with, sí?"

Anyway, that should buy her some coaching time with Church, up on her toes to better look him in the eye so she might impress on him the seriousness of this, to attempt to distill so many years handling her weapons in a few moments. "Rapiers are blades for thrusting, not hacking and slashing the way the big clumsy swords of Templars and warriors here are. Your blades might meet but you look for the advantage, the opportunity to strike. Quick and nimble, that's the key." Church. Listen to her. Look at her face right now and the fact that she's not laughing, she's not smiling, she really means everything she's saying because this actually matters and she doesn't want you getting hurt even if it might only be a cut and your pride.