Dacer's knuckles tightened. [color=a2d39c]"[i]Teenager?[/i]"[/color] He grunted, side-stepping the series of blades, one after the other. Seeing one of his arrows deflected so easily made him question the power of his attacks, but Alvios' comments already began to pluck at something a little more sensitive. He rose his bow and dropped his leisurely composure, strengthening the lines in his stance. Shoulders, parallel. Legs, braced. Dacer pulled back on his bow's imaginary drawstring and conjured a stream of blue energy from the tips of his fingers to the bridge of his weapon, and fired it into the sky as Oz made his way across the low ground expanse of the courtyard. [color=c4df9b]"Fine, Prick,"[/color] Dacer shouted, conjuring a stream of erratic energy. [color=a2d39c]"Let's be [i]adults[/i] about this."[/color] The newly summoned bolt streamed outwards with arcs of electric energy, and he fired it upwards. Immediately, it split into three shards, one headed for Oz, one for Alvios, and one for the sky, where a cloud sprawled outwards and covered the entire battlefield with its shadow.

	[color=a2d39c]"Fine by me."[/color]