<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis hissed as his knife struck her hand, rolling back from him as he got rid of her knife, the flames turning almost a brilliant violet as they licked the illicit substance from the metal, devouring the wooden hilt. She watched him approach her, cocky and arrogant, though rightfully so. She came in with her blade once more, on her guard, before pulling another with her now free hand from her skirts, aiming for his chest, and a quick blow. She knew he’d block the first one, ready for an opening with her second, or to spring back again from an inevitable counter attack.</span>