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Anya smacked pitifully into the chair Jack previously occupied chest first with a 'oof!' as the wind was knocked out of her. [i]Rude..[/i] she thought to herself completely unaware what she had tried to do was worse, rubbing her chest and turning around to look for him, finding him in her chair. She glared at him and crossed her arms as he spoke. [i]So...he's part demon or something? So he [u]is[/u] immortal. Cool.[/i] she thought to herself, ignoring most of what he said whilst subtly making a small cut on her left palm.

If he wanted to use magic, so would she. Blood slowly pooled up in her hand, when a moderate amount of the murky liquid was in her hand she flicked it at him, aiming to splatter it all over him and slow down his movements. The small cut healed soon after, leaving nothing more than the stain of her own blood on her hand. She watched to see if he'd teleport or whatever he had done out of the way or let it hit him, all the while silently hoping no one noticed what she did. 

Then again, all she had to do was explain tha he tried to attack her and she used her blood magic to make him groggy. Who would they believe in such a situation, a grown man or a little girl? She grinned wickedly to herself at the thought.