<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis saw the hand movement, knowing further talking was futile. The two of them sparred regularly, and didn’t shy away from using actual weapons, though most injuries were superficial at worst. They were pretty evenly matched, at least when they weren’t trying to kill each other. She supposed it would come down to which of the two of them was more desperate, or at the very least, which could out tire the other. But unbridled rage could be exhausting, and that was something she’d have to count on. With the grace of a wild cat, she took one final step back. The moment she impacted the desk, she used it to spring herself forwards, to the left and low, boot knife now in hand as she attempted to reverse their positioning, getting herself towards the door. Escape was her best option, and to get to one of the other masters.</span>