<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla laughed a little, smirking at his reaction.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Yes Niv Mizzet Dreven, and yes, that story at least is true.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she grinned wickedly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Yes, he’s training both me and Alexi. When he found out I was really into hand to hand combat he offered to spar with me… and …. Well….” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she smiled coyly. It wasn’t a lie. She was really into hand to hand combat, and since she wasn’t getting a challenge from anyone else, he had offered.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Adrenaline.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said simply, finishing off her drink. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Always Adrenaline.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she’d carefully avoided the question of how she’d managed to land him, not sure how to half truth that one.</span>