<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/N4lStza.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:45 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Halls<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Syra, Open!<br/><hr/><br/>"Geez..." Michael sighed, the last few attacks he'd attempted had been completely no-saled by her. He didn't really have an idea of how to really land a decisive attack on her, as anything he did, she usually managed to slip sway from, or creatively dispersed.<br/><br/>"I haven't really fought anyone as evasive as you, it seems. Most challenges have been direct and to the point. No small wonder you have so many admirers wondering how to get their hands on you." Michael hummed, folding his arms as Syra simply leaned against him, almost like she easy taunting him. Direct attacks didn't work, not as long as she had access to Shadow Sneak... If that's even what it was. It could have been something unique to her.<br/><br/>"If you keep leaning on me like that, people are gonna get the wrong idea." He sighed, swatting his hand at her midsection to get her away. He was too busy trying to discover a reasonable counterattack to really enjoy the fact she had been that close to him at all.