In response to the narrowing of the eyes, Meliadoul merely sighed to herself. She wanted so desperately to correct what she viewed as a weakness with his stance and emotions. But, she had better things to think about, as she stepped back, affording him the chance to try striking. She couldn't believe he had the...the..gall to challange her! Not that he was weak, it was that anyone with a pulse and a sense of intelligence knew better then to challange her...a reputed mistress of swords. "But, one must practice...I suppose." She thought as she watched him.