Arokleth stepped aside, but a half second too late. "Oh dear, I do believe you've killed my hat..." the girl commented, eyeing the headwear which had been cleaved in two by the strike and not seeming the slightest bit concerned, not even irritated. "Oh well, better than being split in half, I suppose. This body never mends correctly when things like that happen." she said idly, stabbing the tip of her parasol into the ground, green flames surging upwards through a spreading web of cracks that emanated outwards from the tip.<br/><br/>((Off to bed now. Night guys.))