Serenity remained her donned mask of choice as she all but plunged into the invitation offered by this deathly fiend. Her body was relaxed within a comfortable stance, able and willing to act should the moment call for it. The Nomad watched the woman saunter with a queenly air, regality of its own rite. She stood patiently, awaiting what price the canine would have her pay for disrupting her practice… wearing naught but a smile. The Exultare was almost disappointed when the woman suggested a use of daggers, more likely for herself than the taller, silent of the pair. X’yrin nodded with accommodation. “If you’d like, that is fine with me.” One was never going to truly learn their craft without practice… or through lessons of when and when not to act so recklessly.
Carefully the woman slid a leg back to lower her stance and shift her weight. Her previous notions of keeping this little encounter civil had lost its appeal at this blatant show of ill utilized skill. She could not feel intimidated in the face in this cocky behavior. Death dealer or not, she lacked the composure of one with great ability. As she further flaunted her blades, X’yrin began to question why she was bothering to humor this girl at all. She hadn’t done anything to harm her… just disturbed her practice. Yet she remained if for the opportunity of righting this fellow warrior’s wrong path.
“We may start when you’d like.”