Sightless Syella heard a loud crack coming from her right arm as the staff connected, saving the man from being impaled. Pain registered soon after. 

It wasn't normal pain that Sightless Syella felt, pain for a Sightless was different than what most people think of when they feel pain. Rather instead the pain came as sort of shock to the system followed by a strange tingly feeling in the area the pain was coming from.

Sightless Syella causally turn her Sightless gaze in the direction of the one who struck her, using the Insight to bore into this man's soul. A knowing smile slowly formed on her lips. This man... She knew not who he was, but she felt within him a deep connection... A deep connection too-

Sightless Syella grabbed her right arm with her left hand. The right arm had been bent slightly at an angle by the man's blow. Her pitch black, bark-like skin splintered where the staff had made contact. From the wound, a greenish-yellow sap oozed. Using her left hand, Syella snapped her right arm back into place. Several black vine like shoots sprouted from her cracked skin, binding the wound close. Healing it. Slowly.

[color=a187be]"Oh, my dear boy-"[/color] Syella said turning to face the man. [color=a187be]"I see so much pain and regret within you. I see all the rum you down so readily. Tell me boy. Why is it that you wish to pick a fight with me? Could it perhaps be a someone? A someone who has gone... missing?" [/color]

Sightless Syella cocked her head as she spoke the last word. At the same time Her thighs shot outward, horizontally. Extending her body out of reach of man with the staff. As she shot away from the man, She raised her left hand, palm facing towards him. Her wrist extended soon after launching her hand straight for the man's neck. 

Meanwhile, the fingers on her right hand shoot towards the ground piercing through the rooftop in their sharpened state. As she felt her fingers emerge through the ceiling beneath her, she redirected them towards the staff wielding man with the intention of making her fingers reemerge from the roof beneath his feet.

This man was a Pact Maker as well. She had seen it in his soul. She needed him alive. That meant she couldn't kill him. That above everything else put him at an advantage in this battle. That and the fact that it was daytime. Fortunately, the distortion granted her some ability to view the world now. Thank the one she served for that! Were it not for the Distortion. A fight in broad daylight would be near impossible for her. 

It mattered little though what the outcome of this fight was. Reinforcements were near. The Pact Makers would not escape.

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Success! His strike was true and hit pretty hard as he heard the wooden skin crack and splinter open. A wound was created but already her altered body was working on sealing it. This was only of mild concern. Yes it meant that she could heal up from wounds much faster than he could reasonably withstand. However, its speed was far from instantaneous and he had the hunch it could be interrupted and the wound worsened by repeated strikes.  He also wondered what were her limits? 

Such musings were interrupted by the Syella's reaction to his intrusion and wounding of her. To say her of her ability to peer into him and others' was surprising was to be overselling it. Nonetheless it wasn't exactly pleasing having someone poke around in your inner thoughts and then try and spout some personally relevant nonsense.  "I've already got someone who fills the role of giving infuriatingly cryptic clues. How about I just beat it out of you." 

Perhaps it was best to move and then respond, as Syella did once more her trademark move.  This time is was her left arm that was shooting towards him. There was little time to react and he didn't see where that left arm was. All he knew is she switched out the arm to prevent further injury. With an empowered blow, his staff effortlessly sheared through part of the roof violently sending debris and tiles hurtling at her like a fish being skinned with scales that easily shed. 

Her carried himself with that momentum into a spinning side-jump that had him corkscrew in the air to another nearby rooftop. As he flew threw the air he briefly noticed where the other arm was. He needed to get close and injure her once more on that arm and or the other. When he landed he saw he was next to a weather vane. He smashed the weather vane causing the ornamental arrow and the metal pole to be freed.  With two strikes he launched them into the air and then sent them flying to her as makeshift darts.  

Whether or not they hit, they were merely a distraction. He was using those darts to get closer to her and approach to her side. He was going to deliver a sweeping blow to throw her off balance. Should she fall she would be subject to more cracking blows. He was aiming to put one arm out of commission. It was like a fight with a real human where repeated strikes to the limbs like legs would affect the person being struck. Except in this case it might end with maiming her limbs if they're that plant like. 

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Syella's smile broadened. He would beat the information out of her, he said? So there was a connection between the two of them. 

[color=a187be]"Fool boy."[/color] Syella said as she retracted her left leg back to it's normal length and placed it underneath her. [color=a187be]"Despite what you think, I'm not the enemy here."[/color] Syella did the same with her right leg as the man launched several roofing tiles in her direction. The brute strength he had shown thus far was not normal.

Syella halted the extension of her left wrist and widened the palm of her hand. Her expanded palm acted as an effective shield against the tiles, causing them to shatter as they connected with her palm. The man had used the distraction to jump away from her. All the way to another rooftop. Syella tsked. Yet another magic user for her to deal with. The question was, what kind of magic? His magic was likely not sight, hearing, or taste based. Touch was her first guess.

The man moved fast, making him appear as a hazy blur when she focused on him with the Insight. Syella frowned in frustration. Were it dark out, this would not be an issue. Syella's palm returned to it's original size. She had stopped extending her sharpened fingers on her right hand, but kept their position hidden under the roof top. This man was not a threat at a distance. To beat the information he wanted out of Syella, he would have to come back here, and when he did, she would be ready with an attack from below. 

[color=a187be]"The real enemy is the man who tied that invisible noose around your neck last night. Did he warn you of the consequences of involving yourself with him? Are you aware of the Unspoken Pact which you've made?"[/color] Sightless Syella shouted to the fool man as he threw the two ornament arrows, from the weather vine, in her direction. 

One or two arrows were often not a danger to a Sightless. They weren't immune to arrows. A bombardment of arrows would certainly be dangerous to a Sightless. One or two arrows however, not so much. The real threat was the man's incoming attack. A sweep of the legs. A blunt force attack. Despite this Sightless Syella saw her opening, but she would need feint the danger of the incoming arrows in order to get it. 

Sightless Syella raised her eyebrows as if surprised by the speed at which the man threw the arrows. Jumping back, she braced herself. Raising her left arm protectively in front of her face, while also covertly grabbing a handful of the numbing oil pellets she had brought with her earlier. The arrows landed solidly into her arm. Puncturing the bark-like skin with two loud thunks. A dab of greenish yellow sap oozed from the wounds.  

Ignoring the shock and tingly feelings coming from her new wounds, Sightless Syella quickly lowered her left arm threw the handful of the numbing oil pellets in the direction of the dirtied man. At the same time, she took that moment to launch her right hand's sharpened fingers out from beneath the roof. Targeting the man's leg as it was about to connect with her own.