Kalith held his scars as wounds he'd survived. What didn't kill you made you stronger, and it was something the ladies liked. He didn't like the mage's plan if he won over him, but didn't give it much thought. He'd have to strike fast and hard in order to get this done quickly, else the mage would have his pick of spells to use on him. He'd fought a mage before, bore a burn on his shoulder and a very nasty series of nightmares for the next few months. Mind magic was something he disliked.<br/><br/>Lashing's taken by a mage. That would be insulting to his very nature. He was the one who dished out the wounds. "Maybe you should be worried about how to get to that particular phase of your plan first. Your odds look slim from my view." Kalith dug in his feet and started into a full sprint forward. His right hand unlocked his main whip from his belt while his left dug a stone out of a pocket, as he felt the end of the whip hit the ground and drag along with him.<br/><br/>(Moving at full, intended to stop 10ft away from DuVore)