Seeing Mistletoe try a few experimental slashes of her own, Kenza frowned. "I guess that arm really is bothering you, huh?" she asked, sighing before looking over to Derrick to check how he was doing. Her heart sank when Derrick stood up, unsuccessful.

Taking the halve of the offered piece of wood, Kenza nodded at Derrick. "Alright. We'll be waiting here then," she said. [i]Not like we can do anything else anyway,[/i] she thought to herself snidely as the boy left. Sighing, she turned to Mistletoe. "So. What should we do now -- wait?"