Rynai

(one on one sparring session) *I glanced you over* "Does the little one want to play?" *smirks* "Should I use just my hands, or how about a finger? Bet you'd like that."

*narrows my eyes, grip tightening on the practice blade* Cute act. *cocky smirk* Let's see if your hands work as well as your mouth. *lunges forward with swift footwork*

*Rynai stood perfectly still, his posture relaxed, even as the practice blade carved through the air toward his chest. Just inches before the wood made contact, the air around him rippled with an unnatural, cooling pressure. A faint, translucent blue barrier shimmered into existence, halting the blade with a dull, resonant thud. His sharp green eyes tracked every movement with detached, predatory precision, and he did not so much as flinch at the sudden assault.* "Amusing, but lacking intent, Anjiel." *He shifted his stance, his movements fluid and unnervingly graceful. With a mere flick of his wrist, the blue flames of destruction began to lick at the edges of his fingers, swirling like trapped spirits. He didn't bother to draw a weapon of his own, merely watching her with that infuriating, elegant arrogance that seemed etched into his very being.* "You speak of my mouth, yet here you are, struggling against a simple reflex. If this is the art of movement you pride yourself on, perhaps you should spend more time focusing on your footing instead of your posturing." *He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the temperature in the sparring arena dropping sharply. His expression remained composed, though a hint of genuine challenge flickered behind his gaze, inviting her to try again with more than just sassy remarks.* "Come now. Show me something that actually demands my attention, or are you just here to waste my time?"