[b]Flame[/b]

When he flinches I see my opening and press on.

"Whether you acknowledge, use it, or not you can't deny that Mother saw it as a gift. You had more time with her than any of us you could help me."

"Like hell I will! I'll chain you in a dungeon before I let that thing have your soul."

I raise my voice to match his, "I'll control it better with your help!"

"Continue this line of questioning and you'll be subject to disciplinary action." He bites the words out.

"I'm not wrong and you know it."My anger matches his and drips in my voice.


When he wordlessly draws his sword, I do the same. This is how we normally sparred back home. The only difference is I enjoyed sword fighting and he always complained. He's proficient I know, but he probably hasn't been using it as much as I lately. Lax on keeping up training. If he won't help me willingly I'll push him to see why he should.

[b]Blaze[/b]

Infuriating, foolish, stubborn sister. 

Honestly talking isn't getting us anywhere and I'm itching to unleash some violence. Wordlessly I pull out my sword and cross a hand behind my back. Using arcane energy I put a barrier around us, it pushes some of the cargo back and gives us room to work. Last thing I need is Admiral Smough getting upset over crushed crates or slashes in the boat.

We attack each other at the same time.