((Good timing.  I'm out too.))<br/><br/>Just as Arokleth was unaffected by the loss of her hat, Chloe was equally nonplussed by the loli's lack of reaction.  In fact, she even seemed... happy? she hadn't sent the girl running off crying for mommy.  "Oh, so you're one of those fancy body types," she commented, hoisting her blade back over her shoulder, "That's good that's good.  That means I really don't have to hold back, and even if you do happen to break I'll still get my little prize~"  Giving a small, cheerful "Hm-hm" sound, she lept back from the attack of mystic origin and spread her legs to firm her stance.  Then she slung her sword forward again, reversing it, and plunging its own tip into the ground.  A series of cracks ran outward from this too, quickly moving to intercept Arokleth's spreading fissures, although what she sent down the channels were sharpened blades of stone.  Since the cracks connected both of them, it was now just a question of whose magic would move faster.