Shaidra glared at Alvios for a few moments after he spoke, her eyes narrowing slowly. [color=black]"[i]Insist[/i]"[/color] She mocked, slowly raising her hand to point at him. [color=black]"[i]Insist[/i]"[/color] Her hand dropped again, and she dropped her body even closer to the ground, like a cat ready to pounce. Slowly, she started to circle him, keeping her distance relatively consistent. [color=black]"Why..? Fear is weak. Stop fretting over silly things. You won't change, like that."[/color] She rose from her crouch for a brief moment.