Kax felt the anger seep from his body like bad blood sucked out by leeches. He took a deep breath, not paying not to the destruction around him.War had been what he had been raised in, and, since the destroyed items had served their respective purposes, and now, lying in shambles, did not seem to lay much use, and therefore seemed to be beneath his attentions. He rolled his eyes and stood, stretching his limbs until he could almost feel the joints crackling, almost popping out, and he relaxed again. He didn't feel violent anymore, but he felt an excess of energy in his body, needing to be expended. He left his room, his eyes scanning the halls. He was in no mood to speak at the moment, he needed some room, fresh air, and space to practice. His imagination was a wonderful thing, and when he released his mind from his body, figuratively speaking, it was allowed to roam free. The way that he practiced was almost a ritual, a dance with blades and death. When he incorporated it into combat, he was unstoppable, to the point of being able to dodge or even deflect projectiles like arrows, knives, and other such items, so finely tuned were his reflexes, and so removed was his mind from interference.<br/><br/>He moved to where he could hear blade clashing, sounds of men yelling and taunting each other. Sounds of practiced combat. He might as well instill the same fear that the Sylvan elves felt for him in the human early on. He moved outside, his hands on his sword, when he saw her. She was dressed differently, in the way that he had seen the jungle Elves fight. Agile, quick, and deadly, but unarmored. He pulled a knife from his belt and stepped in silently ten paces behind her. He knew the weight and balance of this blade to a hair, and the distance was calculated in milliseconds. Now, if only she didn't move.<br/><br/>He leaned back and took a step forward, his body leaning to the front, his arm arcing above his head and with a flick of his wrist, the knife was off. The flew so close to the princess' ear that she would be able to hear the wind whistle as it flew by, faster than the eye could see. He thunked perfectly in the bullseye, chipping at her arrow and puncturing right beside it.