(Cay)<br/><br/>A sword... yes. In the end, that is what magic is... just another sword in the wtar, a cleverly made, sharp sword that most feared with a mere glance. It was difficult for him to comprehend what magic truly was and how far its potency reaches. A sword is only useful if it serves purpose for which it is crafted for. That was its purpose and design and it is remembered only by the deeds that wielder chooses to pursue. But what was the purpose of her magic? Was it truly meant only for killing? Was it meant to spread panic and fear among superstitious and brave alike? If she could, would she even try to show this use of magic that she spoke of? Questions kept lining up with no hope of having being answered unless he asks directly but her every word rose a chance that she will be casting a spell upon him... After all, he is not taking her for a stroll in the woods.<br/><br/>Anton's eyes lit up and fist clenched as he watched sparks turn into fire. It was a sight unlike any other... a fire sparking out of nowhere by the will of a woman who made it look as if it was a child's game. She was right, however... with night approaching and fog setting in, it will be cold night and dark. He never feared night... it was hunter's preferred time but what he saw so far has led him to imagine what else could be hiding beyond the thick veil. "I won't risk moving through darkness with you." Anton spoke with monotone voice, eyes wander around at the thick row of trees "So why haven't you?" He asked, curious of her implication "I doubt that in two weeks time you'll be seeing much comfort. We ain't walking around for sights... I intend to collect my prize and you'll probably only be remembering how sky looks. Why aren't you trying to kill me?"<br/><br/>Eyes once again locked with hers, light of fire danced upon her irises and fingers that previously gripped his weapons suddenly loosened, not by magic but by his own accord. More she spoke, more curious he was about her. It was a rare thing for him to show interest in anyone beyond absolute basics. If he knows the name and what one does, it's already more than enough. Everything beyond that belonged into 'too much information' part of his mind... and yet he felt that spark of interest. Was it her magic? Was it the luck that followed her or the sheer amount of defiance she had to rebel against one who everyone feared to disobey?<br/><br/>"You still didn't answer me though. Where would you go if you could?"