Cheth: Well, girl?
The swordsmen all point their swords at a suddenly-nervous Phaedra. She stands down.
Phaedra: I've suddenly changed my mind. Let's not do fencing.
Cheth is incredulous. He relinquishes control of most of the ghosts, centralizing on the one swordsman. He shrugs.
Cheth: Wait, what? But... it's what you're best at!
Phaedra: I know - but I recognize these faces. In life, these people were all great masters of swordsmanship. If you use any of them against me, I'll lose in seconds.
Cheth gets close to Phaedra, resting his arm on the shoulder of a female seaghost. One half of her goes red again. He smirks.
Cheth: Oh, come on, Phaedra. I expected you to be far more confident in yourself.
Phaedra looks uncomfortable, and crosses her arms.
Phaedra: I am confident. I'm just not crazy.