[color=mediumorchid]"... Like it was yesterday."[/color] Alvios was off of his bed now, but he wasn't in a fighting stance. One hand simply rested on the hilt of his sword, and he was looking at Shaidra with a distant, almost saddened look. Everything was rushing back; the girl's strange black power, corrupting those she touched. Their short fight. The masked man--as they knew him, Yzeira--appearing and killing nearly everyone, and his odd retreat made only stranger by Alvios' survival.

     And yet, Alvios looked at this unsettling girl as he did when they first met, a lost and confused child. Maybe his recent illness had stunted his anger, or he had just left anger behind in the face of the source. He looked up an Oz, then back to Shaidra. [color=mediumorchid]"She can phase through most attacks, although the last time I fought her it wasn't perfect, as my Ki managed to wound her when it was focused enough. Don't expect any complex strategies coming from her either, she has a very childlike, almost innocent mind."[/color]

     He drew his sword, still staring distantly at Shaidra. [color=mediumorchid]"Don't let that hold you back."[/color]