Itzal took in the male and female's reaction in one glance. He was happy he had caught them by surprise. At least I can still sneak, Itzal thought to himself. He watched the male stand up, holding his weapon. Itzal watched the male, waiting to see if he would try anything. But the female was the one that appeared to be in charge. When she spoke, the male stood down, for the time being. Itzal's gaze lingered on the male a second longer before he shifted his eyes to the female. He grinned at her and nodded, "Yeah, I saw it." He said with a smug smile, noticing the look of embarrassment in her eyes. "It wasn't that bad really. Just not as good as it could be." He shrugged, as if it was nothing for him. Itzal looked her over for a second, debating if he should help her. Then he pushed off the tree and showed her how to move her arm. Keeping it relaxed until the moment of truth in the throw. The critical point when she needed to tense her arm and snap her wrist.

Then Itzal stepped back and glanced at the male behind her. He had advanced on the two of them and was now standing behind the female possessively. Itzal saw the claim in the male's eyes and had to smirk. Itzal would just see his possessiveness as a way to push his buttons. But just so that male knew that Itzal wasn't someone to try and push around, he dropped his facade for a second, so the male could see behind it. His eyes went from cocky and smug to cold and hardened. Those were the eyes of someone who was a cold, hardened killer. Itzal could kill both of them and he wouldn't even break a sweat. Itzal's eyes told the male all that in one second, before the smug, cocky look was back in his face. Itzal was confident that neither of them had killed as much of him. They would probably hesitate in a fight but he wouldn't. He would kill without a second thought.

Itzal smiled at the two of them and nodded, "I'm Itzal. Nice to meet you Elody. And you, Zayden, as well." He said, smiling at Elody when he spoke. Itzal would have flirted with her anyways, just because it was what he did. But since Zayden seemed to think he had a claim to the female and the female obviously didn't agree, Itzal couldn't help himself from doing it to spite Zayden. he looked away from Elody to the tree she had been practicing on and moved past her. He stood where she had been and took out a throwing knife. His arm moved in a motion that was ingrained into him. And he smiled before the knife ever hit, already telling that his form had been good. It hit an inch or two off from where he had meant to hit but that was to be expected with his leg. He glanced over his shoulder at the two and smiled.

Itzal glanced at the male as he muttered a warning to Itzal. Itzal managed not the laugh and instead show the male a cool, smug smile. Then he returned his gaze to the female watching as she imitated his arm and wrist motions. She picked up on what he meant fast which pleased Itzal. He could have patience if he really tried but usually he liked fast learners over slow ones. Itzal watched the knife fly towards a tree. He also watched the pleased look on the girl's face as she skipped over to retrieve the knife. He smiled as well, nodding his head, "Impressive. You pick up on things fast." He said, ignoring the male as he approved Elody's work.

Itzal went and retrieved his own knife, having to work it out of the wood a little bit. Then he put it pack in his pouch and leaned against the tree. "Anathema, a pack near here. I've lived there on and off. Actually just got back into Nova Scotia recently. When I was here before I started out in Inferni but things didn't work out for me there." He shrugged and grinned at the female, "I find Anathema much more likable." He said with a smile.

He pushed off the tree and walked a few feet from it before stopping to think. Itzal had a talent for knives. He could teach the female many things but that just depend on what she wanted to learn. And of course Itzal couldn't pass up an opportunity to flirt with the female. "I could teach you lots of things I suppose. Just depends what you want to learn," He said, a smirk spreading across his face before he continued, "Knife wise, I can teach you what I know. Do you have any knives other than your throwing knives? And if so, what do you want to learn to do?" He asked, thinking about what things he could show her with his limited supply. He had plenty of throwing knives but was in dire need of some new weaponry. He made a mental note to go looking for more stuff some time soon.

Itzal saw true potential in Elody's skill. She could become as good as him some day. Itzal had a natural talent for knives and it appeared that Elody did as well. Itzal pulled a sultan knife off one of his belt loops and grabbed another throwing knife. He twirled the throwing knife in his hand, listening to Elody as she asked him what it was about Anathema that made it so much more welcoming to him than inferni. As Itzal thought about it, he sent the throwing knife flying to another tree. He had been holding it by the blade part and the knife embedded itself into the wood with all of the force he had put into it.

"I suppose it is a lot of things. First of all Inferni has that whole, 'we hate anything without enough coyote in them,' which is cool and all I guess, but I barely fit the bill for that. And the fact that I don't really look like a coyote didn't help. But I could live with that. I just find that Anathema is a lot more family like." He shrugged and thought about how to put the next part, "No matter what there will always be someone there to stand behind you. And we live in these really cool underground dens." He smiled and glanced at Zayden, "And anyone is welcome, as long as you are accepted by the leader or someone high ranking." He looked back to Elody. "You should think about coming to visit sometime. You never know, maybe you will like it." He said with a shrug.

Then he laughed as she mentioned not being able to learn everything he could teach her, but knives were definitely fair game. But Itzal wasn't sure what more he could teach her at the moment. Throwing knives weren't that difficult but he suppose he could some up with something else to teach her.