A girlish laughter erupted into Listia's mind as it become evident that she had just been snubbed, more or less, by her companion. The laughter came from the childish #6 judge, who was a relatively new addition yet still very talented and useful to their cause. Even if she annoyed a lot of the other judges from time to time, they recognized this fact so were more than willing to put up with her.

Listia frowned slightly as she followed after him, perturbed when she didn't get the proper level of attention. Oh well, his actions weren't bad enough to warrant judgment, especially when they currently had their sights on two high level targets. She might be crazy but not [i]that[/i] crazy.

Spirits 2, 3, 4, and 6 were active for this battle, the others recovering their strength. She wanted to keep a balanced level of speed and strength for the time being, so left 3 and 4 for situations later on. 6 was one of her favorites but, due to perhaps needing some extra defense in case something tried ambushing her in these tight corridors, she decided that #2 would be the best bet. She had since stopped twirling her blade around playfully and slide it lightly across her left forearm, drawing a trickle of blood and allowing her chosen spirit, after mentally calling out to him, into her body.

As he began to synchronize with her she continued to follow behind him, not able to pass due to his large frame and the multitude of traps that he was springing. Playing around with the few tiles that he had missed, she went out of her way to dart back and forth, cart wheeling and flipping to avoid the remaining darts. One grazed uncomfortably past her cheek, but she decided to pretend that didn't happen. Her feet plopping back down onto the ground as she finished her latest flip, she strolled casually behind him as they entered a room with a couple different ways to go.

"Eenie, meenie, miney..." she began to say out loud, pointing her left index finger at the three options.