"As you wish," Selim waved deferentially before setting his spear up against a wall off to the side. It would only serve as a burden for him if he kept it on his body during battle without actually using, plus he was not sure if he got into a desperate situation in battle that he would be able to resist the instinct to use it. As he walked back to the center, he summoned his Soelbe to the battlefield. Given the clear indication she was a Windspeaker and had a flying Natrelmon meant he had fewer choices to select from on his end. His Kohitsuji would struggle to deal with two possibly aerial fighters. With Soelbe, the pressure he would normally be able to put on a trainer could be done by the ghost.

Selim then took a spot about twenty feet in front of Kiyo, meeting her stance with one of his own. Selim also lead with his left for his stance, but chose a loosely closed hand for his lead, which could transition to a palm for deflection or striking a blow with a fist within a moment. His face clearly expressed his irritation that she was a Windspeaker. Selim found them quite annoying to deal with, especially given the domains of magic he had funneled his experience into.

"Whenever you are ready," Selim stated, his Soelbe hovering next to him.