Zelriane's movements were unnatural, but pertained to a disciplined set of rules. His eyes shifted, but didn't ever break from Lystra's body, watching closely as if he was keeping track of her every move despite the circle of metal that divided them. As the knife came up, Zelriane's hand moved back, narrowly avoiding Lystra's attack and pulling back into his primary stand, with his right hand extended forward, his left hand curled low and held near his lower abdomen, and his feet positioned at an awkward 50 degree angle. 

	[color=007236]"Unusually fast,"[/color] he whispered to himself, as the girl stepped forward and thrust her shield towards his face. Zelriane's left hand shot forward, and both of his fists opened to withstand the brunt of Lystra's attack. He felt his wrists buckle against the unusual strength of her attack, but he held his ground firmly, both of his heels barely digging into the dirt. [color=007236]"Unusually powerful, as well,"[/color] he said, louder this time. His thin eyes widened slightly, and he hopped to his right, trying to flank around Lystra's shield with his superior agility, but his estimation of her abilities was far below what it should have been. Lystra could still [i]see him[/i] despite his phenomenal physical traits. He thrust his left hand forward after taking his primary stance again, aiming to strike Lystra before she could react with her magical armament.