"Okay then." Enrique said, and summoned a suit of armor. "Dirk, was it? If you'd rather not fight her, then perhaps you should find a new partner." Enrique said, as he put it on over his vest. "No offense. It's just that I don't think it'd be nice to make someone else fail so I can pass. It just ain't my style. Hey, miss, does it count if I just throw something at you? Does it matter how hard I hit the target?"