Kaito Fen raised his left sword in a defensive maneuver on instinct as Grey suddenly moved into action. He didn’t expect at all for her to roll into his shadow and disappear, only to reappear at the other end of the circle. He breathed out, and lowered his swords. He recognized that she didn’t want to get close to his swords, and he also recognized the folly in running after her. So he stood where he was and cocked his masked head when she started singing.

The melody coming from her voice was magnificent, he could see how those same melodies could sway the rhythm of his dance. If only they had been fighting together. He reminded himself it wasn’t the time to be lamenting such things, and this was further pointed out by the two shadow snakes making their way towards him, somewhat ethereal but becoming more and more solid as they slithered their way towards him.

He started walking backwards towards the opposite end of the large circle, always keeping the snakes more than a sword’s length from him, and swing his sword occasionally to keep them at bay, and occasionally enticing them on. He thought to end it, to swing his sword and lop their heads off, but they didn’t look completely real yet, as though they were flitting in and out of reality, which meant his swords were going to be pretty useless. But did that mean the same for them? He wasn’t going to risk it to find out, they could be poisonous for all he knew. Could she even conjure poison? That was another thing he wasn’t willing to test.

Close to the edge, yet some distance from the nearest shadow, he started going around the ring, and began twirling one of his swords in a dizzying pattern slowly getting faster and faster, then joined the other hand in; before long both his swords were twirling fiercely in his hands, the blades jumping from hand to hand in an effort to draw everyone’s attention to his swords. To witness his deadly skill. A waste of time, he knew, but every good show needed suspense. 

Then, He turned his head subtly and grinned savagely beneath his mask and after a moment looked back and noted then the snakes looked more or less… real? He could be wrong, but he needed to risk it… 

Then, with sudden motion, now only half a dozen paces from Grey Skies, he swung the sword in his right hand across the snakes’ heads and let the sword go near the end of its arch, letting it fly directly towards Grey’s thighs and pivoted towards her, unsheathing another sword as he burst into a run, in full speed, directly towards her.