First time through this whole practice/sparring lessons, Svava actually laughs.

Block, dodge, thrust, slash.

"I can see that. Her yelling at Surt and getting him to postpone the whole event because- dear gods no! She will be short a bridesmaid at her wedding."

Believe me, gentle reader, the image of Isabel in this mental scenario is fearsome enough to make even CowFenrir quiver. With no special effects added.