<span style="color: #40BF00">Using elements isn't breaking their standoff. The two women, fire and water, had resorted to actual hand to hand combat. Still there isn't to many serious sits being made. They had fought together for years and know most of the other's knowledge. The cheers continue as they separate for a moment, panting to catch their breaths. Stella starts it up again sweeping a kick towards Angela's midsection.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF">Aaron smiles and looks to his children. â€œThatâ€™s how your mother and aunt have been settling arguments for years now.â€</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">â€œBut mom said some types of fighting is bad.â€</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">â€œIt keeps them sharp and getting along Nat.â€<br/></span><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">â€œOkay.â€ The world of warriors and fighting is something Nathan has yet to understand. And his parents want to keep that way, at least until he gets closer to his fifthteenth birthday. Already the boy has a grasp on life and death, predator vs. prey. </span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">Mrs. Alsanai is a little bit stunned by his asking to dance. Or what translates in him asking to dance. Usually her husband is quite the private man. He always had been. "It would be good to get up have a little fun ourselves instead of sitting around like a couple old foggies." She gives him a bright smile as she  gets to her feet.</span>