"All the more room for you to run, when i start kicking your ass." He said cracking his neck, and drawing the dark blade on his hip, along with a short sword from his back. he started to stretch it seemed, leaning way down on his leg, holding the short sword to his arm, in a sheild like fashion, blade flat against his arm, while the other held point to ground. He was crouched to his left, knee out, holding much, but not all, of his weight. the right leg was stretched out almost completely to his other side, dropping him from his just over five foot, to just under three foot. as he stared at her, who was taking a defensive stance, with that whip? Not a chance, she was waiting for him to be within striking distance.<br/><br/>Keenst gave a grin as his eyes began to grow even darker, and shadows lept from him, sliding on the ground much like water would, but also much faster than a puddle would move and grow. " Where's all that snark now?" He asked as the shadows pressed closer, he still didn't move. " Realize you're in over your head yet Rook?, or are you just not much of a dancer, you seem pretty smug over there, for having not made a move." the shadows closed in even more, before beginning to lift up like a wave to come up to her chest as it moved in.