"SHE'S WHAT?!" Emily shrieked, before returning to a baffled expression, "And she didn't tell me? That violates every written and unwritten rule of best-friend etiquette... Ever." She jogged along behind Raphael, "So, assuming that lightning bolt had something to do with Ry-Ry- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WAVING A SWORD AT MY BEST FRIEND?!"<br/><br/>Needless to say, they had arrived at their destination.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Even if I do like you, nothing but real combat prepares you for, well, combat... huh, that's a bit redundant..." he said as he appeared at her right and attempted to strike her with the flat of his blade.</span><br/><br/>"No shit, wait what?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That was a bluff, Rylie. He's trying to catch you off guard by saying random stuff.</span><br/><br/>Despite the confidence she had in her thoughts, nothing could stop the blush that painted Rylie's cheeks as she scrambled to defend. At a thought, Kratos' sword knocked hard against a wall of ice.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You can't just defend either, but don't attack without focus; find a rhythm.</span><br/><br/>"Right," Rylie muttered to the surprisingly wise battle sense she'd just acquired.<br/><br/>"KICK HIS ASS, RY-RY!"<br/><br/>"Em. What the actual- whoa, that's a sword- are you doing here?"<br/>"Cheering you on, of course! Go, you little demonic whippersnapper, you!"<br/><br/>"Not sure that's helping, Emily," Rylie ground her teeth slightly, willing a lightning bolt to strike the ground mere inches from where Kratos was standing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Don't be so SOFT, Rylie! He's a demon; he can take a few hits... provided you can land them.</span><br/><br/>"Would you shut up?!" Rylie snapped at the voice, "I'm doing the best I can here; this isn't exactly something I have past experience with!"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hahahaaa, that's my girl.</span>