This was...not ideal. He had duelled women before, had long since gotten over the small discomfort it gave him at the thought of inadvertently injuring a young lady, but then he had seen Miss Connolly, amongst others, duel spectacularly and had ceased to worry quite so much. But this was a proper young lady.
He cast a shield, hopeful that with that at least she could do no harm.
Barnabas Skeeter