<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Shizuru<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Courtyard<br/><br/>Ryuu would be sorely disappointed to find he couldn't get one over on a three thousand year old demoness with a simple waterballoon. Chiya and Heinrik, who both had been in her class, Shizuru's reaction wouldn't be surprising. Those that didn't know her, however, would probably be impressed with the speed with which she reacted. Nearly as soon as the projectile left Ryuu's hand the demoness was in motion, her left hand falling to her side, her sword materializing out of thin air in it's ebon sheath. With her other hand she quickly drew the blade and flicked upwards, the blade trailing flames that cut the balloon clean in half. The movement was so smooth and percise that the object fell into two seprate halves for a split second before evaporating (in the case of the water) or burning to nothing (in the case of the balloon) an instant later. The sword was quickly returned to it's sheath. All one single, elegant, smooth movement. Like a reflex. Like breathing.  The demoness exhaled a slow breath, smoke curling up from her cigarette.<br/><br/>"Mr. Matsumoto," said Shizuru, pulling her shades off with her free hand and focusing her unnerving golden gaze upon the boy, "Apparently you think you know more about combat than me? You must. I can't imagine any other reason why you'd try and pelt me with a water balloon right after I got done talking about my rules. In any case, don't bother coming to my classes. You just failed them. I'm sure you're delighted. So am I. I don't have time to waste on people like you."