Seeing his scarred torso, she knew that he had been in many battles and what he was telling her was true, that she needed to want to hurt him, but could she really do that. No now wasn't the time to hestate, every second she wasted her the closer something would happen to her mother and she didn't want anything to happen to her at all.<br/><br/>Looking right at him, she could smell the burnt ozone and knew what would happened to her if she failed to draw him back and she didn't want to feel that again. Running towards him, she had her whole intent on hurting him, to push him out of the way so to speak. There was no time for doubts, no time of hestation, she had to be willing to go through with this.<br/><br/>Jumping up, she prepared to do a slash down on him. She was ready to hurt him, she was going to teach him some manners.