the villain easily swats away the hero's feeble attempts. but spares her anyway. not because of some misguided sense of do-goodery, not even because she wants to have a worthy rival. but because she can sense in her an indefinable something that makes her think of her as prime material for the shaping. that one day, years from now, those hands that dropped her sword will grip it tightly in defense of the woman she's currently swearing to defeat.