"You're annoyingly difficult to pin down..." remarked Will, snorting wisps of flame from his nose.
"And your capabilities are unlike any Warrior I've faced..." noted Vestaahl, narrowing her eyes as she asked, "Could you be a Mage who abandoned the scholarly for the Martial Path? Or are you a fool who follows diverging paths?"
"I'm the guy who's going to leave a permanant handprint on your ass for attacking me despite knowing I'm not an enemy..." countered Will, raising his right hand and coating his palm with shimmering, pale golden Aura for effect.
"We shall see...!" responded Vestaahl, sweeping her hands in front of her body and depressing her breasts with her crossed forearms. In response, tens of thousands of Aura-formed petals swirled around Will, threatening to slice him to ribbons or cacoon him.
