Zelriane's fist crashed against the shield, but felt light. There was reverb, of course, and enough power behind the strike to send a man to his knees, but the shield Lystra wielded did not falter for a moment, backed by her strength and stance. Zelriane's right eye twitched ever so slightly and Lystra moved to strike again. He retracted his fist and shifted his body weight to the right. Using his stance, he dropped low, and stood upright once again, moving the base of his palm towards Lystra's wrist before she had a chance to retract her knife. His speed slowly began to increase, as did the force behind his blows, but Zelriane held back the urge to circumvent Lystra's abilities. Something about her surpassed what he'd seen in Kalen. Kalen himself saw it too, to a lesser degree, but back away, speechless, as the two clashed before him.