Nyri eyed him silently, then scowled and shook her head no. The teen began pacing around the ring, eyeing him with an almost icy cold. She slowly stalked back and forth in the ring, then suddenly dashed forwards. Only she never landed an attack on Zelus, instead opting to circle to the side. Lightning crackled in her fingers and she sent it streaming towards him. Her eyes were steel and gray. She let out a sharp snarl. The teen leaped into the air. She felt wind rushing through her long black hair, her pale skin feeling hot and flushed. Shaken, Nyri landed outside of the ring then paced. Her slight form felt wired and full of some tense energy. Stalking under the bars, she circled him, narrowing her eyes and listening. She wasn't in the mood to fight, but whatever. He seemed to think this was some brilliant idea. Maybe she could beat him up enough to get him to leave her alone. Then she could.... Nyri felt a knot in her stomache and she sighed to herself. Fine. So she didn't want to beat him up. Still, this wasn't helping. Train. Push your limits. Push that twisty knotty thing down in your stomach. Don't feel. Kill. As he came up to test her boundaries, she dashed to the side. Then she leaped and aimed to snap his neck with a sharp kick to his upper spine.