Despite her voice's change in timbre, Meesei still had a hint of respectful professionalism to her tone. She was watching Teroiah closely, in case she decided to suddenly start throwing fireballs, but so far, the reactions had been exactly what Meesei had been expecting. "Do you take issue with how I choose to fight this duel, Teroiah? Nothing in the rules I was given restricts me to fighting in the manner you prefer. I am sure you are confident in your abilities, Thalmor, and I stand ready to test them in the way [i]I[/i] choose.”

Meesei took on an offensive stance, as if she were ready to charge on a moment’s notice. “I see no reason to delay further. Throw your first spell, Teroiah; you shall not be disappointed.”