[ At the sight of red, she nearly cheers but she's too angry at the position they're in and she's ready to throw another punch before he rolls off of her. She rolls away too, sitting on her heels and angling her body away from him. Stupid... idiot! Why is he getting on top of her? Ugh, he's infuriating. Everything about him pushed her buttons. Why did she even entertain the notion that he might actually be a decent person?!

He's bleeding though. She won. Those were the terms -- whoever drew first blood was the victor. So it's no surprise Asuna is arguing right along with Gil.

At nearly the same time, to boot. ]

What do you mean draw?! You didn't wrestle anything! The loser was supposed to be the one who─

[ They're just talking over each other. She had no idea the audience were the refs. In the end, she bites her tongue and throws scathing looks to Gil who looks very sad for himself in the dirt. She waves off the Alfersa, saying she's fine with an awkward smile. Just a little out of breath. If he wasn't such an insufferable oaf, she might have offered healing magic. ]

He's the one who's bleeding from the nose.

[ Which means she WON. She dusts off her clothes and then sheathes her sword loudly before crossing her arms. With the Alfersa standing at her flanks and Asuna standing straight, she looks like the leader of this girl troupe. Even if she's about a foot shorter. ]

I trust you are a man of your word? I drew first blood in this spar and you said you would take me more seriously from now on.