He heard her, like a bore breaks the bush to impale before the man gets his spear ready. She'd done well with her camouflage. So much so he had to guess. It was important to stand at a thankless angle, so she could find it safer to emerge. He'd chosen the edge of the fountain, so she had plenty of paths to cut him down from. Lyra of the ice. But her blood was boiling, wasn't it, because he had mused to himself. He spun around so quickly his colors stuck in the space he'd occupied. It was a killing speed, but he used it for defense.<br/><br/>She wasn't her admiral brothers, so there was no descending broad sword or even a thick saber to deal with. She lead with the rapier and he met it with a swing of his arm, scissor blades agape. The apex of the joined metal bit into her traveling sword, and convinced it to miss his body. There were sparks as the edges kissed, but at least there was no blood. One of the prodigies of Bremmington, stooping to this because they'd give her no position of power - Engel though it was perfect. He barreled into her as she was also shooting forward, his extended free arm ramming her in her stomach with a dense fist if she didn't dodge.<br/><br/>He had seen her water flung into the air, and could feel the heat go out of the evening by her power. He ducked under her folding body, if he'd hit her, and stood when she was an arch above him. When he stood his shoulder crashed into her stomach again, effectively lifting her over himself to protect him from the knives coming from above. When he was sure the downpour of harm was over, he'd toss her off with a violent bow and a harsh shrug. And as she fell toward the ground that would take her breath away if his tackle and punch hadn't already, his free hand would grace her chin, spreading colors through her veins already.<br/><br/>If all of this happened, and the impact of her body stirred up dust, he'd kneel by her laid low form, and open the scissors again, this time around her throat, his boot pressing down on her rapier to keep it where it was. Beautiful face above her, upside down, smiling darkly as the Veil sampled her neck and lower. "Evening, Bremmington. I see you're as good at assassination as you are at protection." Astor and Alvina.<br/><br/>"Are you here socially?" he added without a worry in the world.<br/><br/>If she by any chance had avoided his attacks, he would have found protection by darting under the trees as he would natural rain.