Shin had bowed his head and that was the end of his response to her farewell, this time he had been defeated. For this moment he was filled with an unholy rage, but he kept it concealed. Even behind his mask he kept his face totally placid, no emotion showed. It was not until she had sailed off into the distance that he spoke. 

"It will not be on good terms. Magic is my single weakness and it was exploited." In this moment he spoke of his own weakness, realizing his own shortcomings were not pleasant. It was not something one could readily train for, but Shin would find a way. Evading simply wasn't enough, and neither was his staff. It had been created as the ultimate weapon, but a single weapon was not enough. 

As he muttered to himself he raised to his feet and walked over to his right hand. Now very greyed from the blood loos. "It will be on very poor terms."