She grinned. The Umbreon was skilled, she could tell, the darkling was obviously far stronger than she, but there was *no* way she was going to give in without a fight. She *did* show herself, stepping into plain sight of the Umbreon. Fire still in her eyes and wisps of blue flame floating about her form.<br/><br/>"You're after me, darkling?" Her voice was soft, seeming a bit sinister. "You can *try.* I don't fear you at all." It was an outright lie, but she figured that if she bluffed well enough, perhaps she could escape. Focusing her energies, she made a few slight movements, and sent the cerulean flames rocketing towards the dark-type.