[right][color=7ea7d8][h2]Dallas "Blue" Clarke[/h2][/color][/right]

Turning around to look behind herself, Dallas would look around for Lucifer. He wasn't there, however. Spotting him across the Gym, she would smirk. However, as she heard Vlad's words, her face would have a fierce look on it once more as she pursed her lips. She could retort, but, she chose not to. [color=8493ca]"Well, I'm glad you're having fun, Lucifer,"[/color] she replied. [color=8493ca]"Vlad says that I can't tell you my skills and that I have to show them. To bad that will require time in the future. I mean, I can't write or show survival skills in this place."[/color] However, she thought for a moment. [color=8493ca]"Well, Luce, I would tell you to fight me and let you see how well I can throw a punch, but, I don't think Vlad want's us to be hurt. Speaking of which, I think the guys messing with me. I mean, he knows all of our skills, yet I can't show anything unless I'm [i]outside[/i]."[/color]