Mal was impressed. The boy seemed to know a great deal for just a thief. But the boy seemed to misunderstand his ability. 'Very well' he thought 'I'll play' and he began running around, dodging the arrows and little explosions they made, but never taking his mental eye off of his target, who had circled him at long-range. He had fired a volley of shots. But Mal was unconcerced. All he had to do was block the ones that would hit him and "OhshitIsmellgunpowder!!" Mal cried, swinging his blade and launching another wave. Luckily he managed to detonate most of the arrows before they got too close. "Now that was rude, Young Man. I'll have to teach you a little lesson about respecting your elders!" Mal shouted, sheathing his blade, then taking a stance. "Iai... Wave..." he whispered, he hand and arm blurring before an even larger blade of Vibe shot towards Griff, coming within a inch of smashing his face. Mal missed...