"AHH! Merde!" Guillaume yells out, dropping his rapier and clasping the wound with his other hand. It's not a life-threatening stab wound by any stretch of the imagination, but you can bet he's going to milk it for all it's worth. "Cheater! I was distracted." There's a pause as he tries to spin this into a positive thing by looking at Christine with an amazed expression. "By your beauty, of course."

The result is not what he'd call favorable, as she gives him an icy glare and growls out, "Move," before advancing on him. He yelps, skitters back, and then quickly retrieves his rapier before she has a chance to kick it away. Breezing past him, she moves in front of Church, expression less hostile, but still far from pleased.

"You were dueling? You could have been killed! Are you hurt?" Her hands reach out, brushing over his chest, looking for any spot of blood. Then she cups his cheeks, unsure if she wants to be furious or relieved.

"What would possess you to get into a duel?" Of course, as soon as she says it, she notices Araceli there and her eyes narrow. "Did she put you up to this?" There is little Araceli could do to cause Christine to get really angry with her, but putting Church's life on the line would be one of them. She doesn't yet know that the duel was to first blood only, since she's more concerned over her partner not being killed than registering that Church said he won.