- Evie Rul -
Every little touch the Jester placed on her face sent her heart skyrocketing. As he pulled back, the reality of who she was talking to once more hit her.

"Hee~" A grin spread across her face and she blushed, her weak knees caving in and causing her to fall. She sat there, on the grass with her legs sprawled out under her. "Hee hee hee~" The girlish giggle once again escaped her lips. THE Jester was gonna train her and he was so gentle and cool and mysterious and and and and.... Oooohhhh the thought itself just made her roll back and forth on the grass in happiness as he stood there, waiting for her to do ask he asked. He wanted to spend time with her, called her his 'catalyst,' whatever that meant. She was happy as a cannibal gumdrop in candy land. At last she picked herself up and nodded to him.

"Okay! I'll show you what I've got!" Her tome had already formed around her previously, her dark cape and skirt flowing in the wind. She pushed her bangs out of the way of her eyes so they didn't get in the way of her battleing. She fanned her fingers apart and held her arms wide open, four blades forming in each palm in a shimmering array of red and black energy. She threw her right hand out, peddling the knives out horizontally at the Jester before her left hand peddled vertically. Making, almost appropriately, a sort of cross shape. When those were thrown, Evie took the time to press her arms into an X shape over her torso, where two long, curved blades formed in her hands. She ran up to the Jester, hoping the knives before had distracted him enough to get a clean blow in straight across his chest.