There's a beauty, if a bit more brutal, to how Brunhilde moves too. Also a sense that this was somehow more than just a practice exercise. They were testing each other, challenging each other.

Osmund fumbled, hands going to his head as he felt...something. It was how unexpected it was that did it, along with the hint of command. Not as powerful as Loki's, but that she'd managed it at all was impressive. Osmund had no magic, being purely a craftsman turned warrior through and through.