Arcen took quickly to moving as the light struck his eyes and the wet glint of light on eyes vanished. Only to move even faster as he took off from the ground, no desire to be caught up in another wash of his flames. This one seeming to be significantly more intense in all regards. Her eyes closed tightly as the fire ball struck down on the ground where she had once been standing, well now was he actually trying to kill her with that? How rude. She had taken to a half dive, half roll, and came to her feet with a silent and rogue-like grace. Sounding like whispers on the wind as she got up and watched him silently with her eyes opened up to only the most narrow of slits. Studying his position once more with a hunter's intent. She failed to flinch when the Kirin lost, what was apparently, his footing and was blasted by flames. Screams that failed to trigger any sort of emotional response in her, not even a crocodile tear escaped from her eyes. She took the moment that he talked to move once more, her foot steps sounding out like feathers falling to the ground. It was hard to say if that was practiced or if she was naturally light footed. She drew out her second hip blade and brought them to bear in an X shape against his neck. "All is fair in love and war. Those who think to earn honor on the battlefield are running a fool's errand. There are the defeated, and then those who can write the history books." she replied in an icy tone "I feel nothing for his mistake, letting himself be burned was his own fault and suffering. Just as you let your 'honor' get ahead of you." it was in truth the venom smelled wasn't quite just from her bowgun but further from the daggers she had hidden inside her forearm sheaths. Though she wasn't about to let him know she had those, that would probably make for a more nasty sting to his pride that she dared to carry hidden weapons. "I further the sting of the weapon that lets my quarry know even if I stop hitting it, my task will still be accomplished. I am a hunter, yes." she replied, pulling away and sheathed her swords without any flourish. She would glance over at Numma while wordlessly reaching down and picking up the long sword that had been dropped and, holding it by the blade, offered it back to Grandus. It seemed like the 'polite' thing to do presently. And better yet showed that she knew how to actually hand someone a blade.