As Eira threw his words back at him Ylrid smirked just a little bit. It was true of course that he had confessed the fear of falling in love with her along with his strong attraction to her. Then as she had pointed out, she did not fear rough treatment, and he was to do as he must. It was a free invitation to do what he felt would be necessary.<br/><br/>"Well normally I would take things slow and have you focus on a natural element internally, see what calls to you, but if you want me to play rough, then you must not move from that circle of dirt and defend yourself from my attacks." There was a purpose for all of it of course that he was about to explain. "If you move and run, your body will just go into flight mode, I need it,<i> you</i>need it to go into fight mode instead. If you truly have magic flowing inside of you it will come out to your defense, it will not let you perish and die if avoidable."<br/><br/>There was no warning to come next as a bolt of lightning flashed toward Eira from Ylrid's right hand. The arc was a magnificent purple, vibrant and sharp, as the tip of the bolt headed straight for Eira's torso. While he did not tell her Ylrid would be sure to take enough of an edge off his powers to not kill her should this all fail miserably. Of course if it all did go bad she would be in incredible pain and it would be a shocking experience. He sent another bolt right after the first, regardless of what happened, and then a spark ball the size of a small rock, similar to a fireball, was hurtled her way.